The Cross House
I have done a number of posts about the finial to the turret of the Cross House.
For 122-years it was a dramatic punctuation mark atop the pointy roof.
For 122-years it endured rain and sleet and storms and heat and hail and birds pooping on it.
And after 122-years, it needed some attention.
So, the finial was removed when the turret roof was redone, and brought into the library.
It was both better than expected, and worse.
Today, I did another road trip (road trip!) back to W. F. Norman. They had renewed the turret finial, and (drum roll, please) recreated the long-lost octagon tower finial. I could now bring my babies home.
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This weekend I will prime and paint the finials, and hopefully can get them reinstalled next week!!!!!!!!
I will then place a chair on the sidewalk across the street, and spend days staring at my beautiful babies, with a broad smile of delight.