When I first saw the dilapidated farmhouse, it reminded me of a Christmas postcard that I treasured, of a place I called Home Sweet Home.  It has been a bit more than a year since we bought it and at first, we had to clear our path to it and cut all the grass and weeds that were around it.  Progress has been a bit slow, but time certainly flies.  Now, we are at the point of gutting the interior  and hopefully soon we will be able to install a new roof.

Last week Eddie took a trip there and managed to gut the whole thing, with the help of Tom, my B-I-L.  The work was done in a week, which I think is amazing.  Here are some pictures (as promised) of this stage.  To follow the restoration from the beginning go back to older posts with pictures.  I will continue to update the progress we make, but since it is taking some time the postings about the restoration are kind of sporadic – when we manage to get there.

Before and after pictures of the rooms





Some craziness that happened 100 years ago.  Maybe they ran out of wood?  Scary thought.  The old construction is quite different from today’s examples, which I find mesmerizing.


The backroom was obviously a porch that was enclosed.  Some awful paneling was in place.

Part of the bathroom extended into this back room – a challenge.


This is the upstairs ceiling.  The roof is a tin roof which you can see when the sheetrock was taken out.  We want to replace the roof with the same material, to keep it as close to the original and as charming as possible.

This is in one of the bedrooms.  There are two bedrooms upstairs and since this is a true farmhouse 100-year-old construction, the two bedrooms are contiguous – from one you pass on to the next.  In addition, when you go up the stairs you land in one of the bedrooms – kind of tree house.  This is a feature that I love; however, not practical for today’s living.

Here as you can see,  the sheetrock wall between the two bedrooms was torn down – one open space.

These are the steps that land directly into the upstairs bedrooms.

Birds, wasps and God knows what else made nests up there.

To be continued …