A Tidy Up
Y’all saw this image of the third floor in November, 2016. Something had happened in the early part of the month which sent me into a dangerous downward spiral of depression. The ONLY thing which helped was compulsive cleaning. For, while I could not control the world, I could control my house. So I tidied, vacuumed, and cleaned windows.
Today. Since 2016 the third-floor had gotten, well, less than ideal. Of note this year? Two things. ONE: the 1960s sheetrock covering the 1894 beadboard ceiling was pulled down. The beadboard ceiling was damaged by a 1960s attic fire (far left) but now I know the extent of this and know what has to be repaired. TWO: The A/C equipment that was lying down in the attic was brought down to the third-floor (left), and installed vertically. This will make servicing the equipment easier, as well as changing the filter. These kinds of considerations are a big thing with me. The A/C unit will later be surrounded by a new beadboard closet. And today I cleaned the whole floor, got rid of stuff, and cleaned all the windows.
Just for fun I thought you would enjoy seeing the third-floor round tower again. Save for restoring each window sash the room is unchanged since I purchased the house. I adore this room and look forward to when all its woodwork is stripped of paint and shellacked.
Just for fun, the round tower when Phyllis and Louis lived on the third floor in the 1970s. Cool, man. Cool.
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I recently saw a room in a house for sale in our area with peacock wallpaper! Want me to forward a photo?
I never tire of seeing the upper floor. I could only dream of what it would be like to have a room like that for my art studio. What a room! The 70’s vibe pic makes me wax nostalgic for those smoke-filled, lava light lit, Pink Floyd days. lol
I remember the macrame hanging plant holder and the plant stand made from trigs. I remember the shag carpet I couldn’t keep clean and Louie’s banjo playing keeping me laughing at myself. I remember the black and chrome wallpaper. I remember the questions we asked of our elected leaders and their answers we couldn’t accept and how those days taught me to read more actively and stay engaged and questioning everything. Choosing teaching English and American literature as my career was a natural extension of my life in The Tower Room. Dignified and respectful participation in class discussions of the literature taught me and my students that discourse can be interesting and enjoyable. Thank you, Ross, for posting this photo of a room that talks.
Thank you for sharing your memory, Phyllis! It’s great to hear from someone who has lived in the Cross House during it’s long history; I know I’m not the only one who would love to hear much more!
Wow. It seems so long since the house was lived in but as a 1965 baby it’s not that long ago. Can’t wait to see it revitalised for a new generation.
Love hearing you Phyllis
Yes Phyllis, I also love your comment and your decorating skills!
What a lovely place by Phyllis and Louis. The Cross House provided shelter to so many. And they love the Cross House back. Nice to hear from people who share their memories of the place.