The Cross House

      I am leaving the old paint that will be hidden by the fridge. I know, bad Ross.But, I can always do this later; for now it will save me $$$$ and time. Two things precious to me. Kim suggested two kinds of sealers, which will protect the brick from grease, and give…

  I have no idea why it failed. You can see plaster keyed between the lath strips. I had fully wetted the lath before applying the plaster. Perhaps the plaster dried too quickly?    

                                                                Fewer things give me greater pleasure. To take something which was lost, damaged, and seemingly worthless,  and restore it to its original beauty,…

  In short, my 2016 hysteria was much ado about nothing. Silly Ross!    

              Phillips Paperhanger 1 – 31 – 07 Cold + Sleet on the ground This is the day Lamberton  Moved into the house Cross built [Isaac and Hattie Lambert purchased the house from the Cross Estate].                          …

Recently, I posted about Cody altering me to Jadite towel bars on eBay. Perfect for the Carriage House kitchen. I snapped them up.     And then Barry came to the  rescue via the United States Postal Service:       Barry also included a lovely and generous donation. Thus, while the world is in…

Things are afoot. Quietly. But things are afoot.             # 3 The Cross House has been blessed with two $90K Heritage Trust Grants. The grants did wonders in improving and restoring the exterior, and restored all 43 stained-glass windows windows. You can see all the work, here. But the titanic-sized…

I have done a number of posts about Putting the Bits Back. By bits , I mean parts of the Cross House lost over time. All old house lose bits over time. And one of my favorite things is reversing such sins to historical integrity. Since 2014, I have reinstated: lost porch columns and lost…

  I did a lot of work on the hall in 2022 and had planned to finish the work but then got slapped with a Completion Notice for the Carriage House in early 2023 and that consumed by life for the rest of the year. Now, as I stare in abject wonder at the recreate…