In my two previous posts I detailed the discovery of the lost gas nipples to fourteen sconces adjacent to seven fireplace mantels.
At first I assumed that the sconces were gas sconces, but more sluething revealed that they were gas/electric sconces.
While researching the two blog posts, I realized that the Cross House may well have been the first house in Emporia to have electricity. And that is WAY cool.
Because it would be really difficult to add wiring to most of the sconces, I was thinking of faking history a bit by simply installing vintage gas sconces, but with a votive candle in place of a gas flame. The sconces would look fabulous flickering during a party.
But the faking part bothered me, whispered in my sleep, and nagged when I was driving. It wasn’t the votive candle conceit, but rather installing gas sconces instead of gas/electric sconces.
It seemed that in order to honor the historical importance of the Cross House being wired for electricity in 1894 (just two years after the White House), I had no choice, no choice but to install fourteen gas/electric sconces.
I really hate those whispering nagging voices.
And this is what it will be like in twelve more locations. But in four of these locations I will have to install metal conduit after chiseling away brick. Oh, I am so not looking forward to that.
What drives all this effort, besides madness, is the thought that all the effort will, in the end, be minuscule compared to the total work the house requires, and the reward will be returning a historically significant aspect to the house — an aspect which will be mighty pretty when I am entertaining.
For years to come, when recalling all this effort, I will smile when looking at the flickering flames.