The Holidaze

The end of the year and 

the end of the holiday season is nearly upon us.

Thank God.

It's been fun,

but it's been hectic and crazy

and I have a lot of stuff to do around the house.

Like putting in a ceiling in the dining room.

And painting.

Lots of painting. 

We were lucky enough to receive some gift cards

that will go a long way to purchase drywall and paint 

and electrical wire

(because the ancient knob and tube wiring is getting replaced this weekend).

So stand by.

There's plenty more to come.

The Night the Angels Sang

In July of 1914,The Great War began in Europe.  On December 7, 1914, Pope Benedict XV pleaded with the various powers to hold a Christmas truce, asking "that the guns may fall silent at least upon the night the angels sang."  The hope was that during this truce, negotiations could happen that would end the conflict and bring peace to Europe.  But the Pope's plea was dismissed by those in charge for fear the troops might mutiny and refuse to fight.  Despite this, something miraculous happened.

Front Page, The Daily Mirror January 1915

On Christmas Eve, a night that was moonlit and frosty according to accounts, singing started coming from the German trenches: "Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht, Alles schläft, einsam wacht..." The tune was familiar and the Americans joined in singing "Silent Night, Holy Night".  Graham Williams of the Fifth London Rifle Brigade documented the experience:

"First the Germans would sing one of their carols and then we would sing one of ours, until when we started up ‘O Come, All Ye Faithful’ the Germans immediately joined in singing the same hymn to the Latin words Adeste Fideles. And I thought, well, this is really a most extraordinary thing ­– two nations both singing the same carol in the middle of a war."

 

Thus began the unofficial Christmas Truce.

Areas along the Western and Eastern Fronts experienced this Christmas miracle where troops on either side of the conflict laid down their weapons and embraced each other simply as fellow human beings.  They sang carols throughout the night.  They met in the area between the trenches known as "No Man's Land" and shared drink, food and smokes and carried out the solemn task of burying the dead.  There were even thrown together pick up games of soccer played.  In some areas the truce only lasted through Christmas Day and in others it extended into the New Year.  The Great War raged on for 4 more years with small moments of peace happening between the trenches, but nothing ever again to the scale of the Christmas Truce of 1914.

So what made me bring all this up?  So far, we think we have dated our house to 1914.  And I, being the sentimental person that I am, I began to think of all the things our house has seen.  And yes, I am personifying a house, but I believe houses have souls.  With all that living going on inside you for so many years, how can you not? But I digress.  Our house was built or was being built when WWI broke out in Europe.  It was there when this truce happened.  It was a witness to a miracle where men allowed their innermost desire for peace shine through during a time of great conflict.

So I ask you, please, to share this story this year.  Drown out the media and the politicians.  Teach your kids that peace is possible, that getting along even if you don't see eye to eye can happen- has happened.  That it really can be as simple as "Love Thy Neighbor"

Belleau Wood by Garth Brooks
  
Christmas 1915 by Celtic Thunder

History of Silent Night

Many years ago, I was a college student taking a course in German.  At the time, I already had 4 years of German instruction and was almost completely fluent in the language.  So, what happens when you take a course in college where everyone else but you is a beginner? You get special projects from your professor (especially when your College German professor is friends with your high school German teacher who knew exactly how well you could read, translate and speak the language).  So around Christmas, I was given the task of translating the history of the Christmas Carol "Silent Night".  The history behind the song has made it a favorite of mine during the holiday season.

 In 1816 in Mariapfarr, Austria, Joseph Mohr, a young priest assigned to a pilgrimage church, penned a six stanza poem that later became the Christmas carol.  No one knows what his exact inspiration of the poem was, but many speculate that his walks through the countryside to visit his grandfather served as his muse.  When he was transferred to Oberndorf in 1817, he took the poem with him.


Fast forward to Christmas 1818 at St Nicholas Church in Oberndorf, Austria.  The church's organ was damaged- some say mice damaged it, others claim is was rust- either way, the organ was not going to be operational in time for Christmas.  So on Christmas Eve, Joseph Mohr went to the church's organist, local musician and schoolteacher Franz Gruber to ask him to write a melody and guitar accompaniment to his poem in order to play it that night during the midnight mass.  That night, with the church lit by candles, the two men stood in front of the church and sang the hymn with guitar accompaniment. Some time later, the local man who repaired organs, familiar with the song, took a copy of the music and lyrics to his Alpine village where two well known families of singers heard it and were so impressed they included it in their holiday selections.  Today the song has been translated into 300 languages and dialects all over the world.

Personally, my favorite is the German version with acoustic guitar accompaniment as it was played nearly 200 years ago in a candlelit church in the Austrian Alps.

Living Room Transformation

This past Saturday, we painted.

Here is the before photo

back before we pulled up the 1970's red carpet

and before we removed the drop ceiling.

Here is the room after the carpet was removed

and revealed gorgeous 100 year old hardwood flooring.

Then we removed the drop ceiling

which revealed that drywall had been placed over the existing plaster wall.

But only up to the spot where the drop ceiling started.

Eventually we will have to rip everything out

because right now, the trim is either flush with the drywall

or the drywall sticks out past the trim.

But for now, we added drywall to the 12" space.

Another pre-drywall photo where you can also see the large

water stain on the ceiling and the nail holes from the drop ceiling brackets.

Finally we got the drywall in place and put on a coat of joint compound 

and sanded everything down.

I'm pretty sure this isn't the White Christmas Bing had in mind.

Finally it was time to start painting!

A BIG thank you to my cousin and aunt

who came to help us out.

We managed to get the the walls in the living room 

and hallway painted

along with most of the trim in the living room.

We wouldn't have gotten so much done without their help.

I'm also not above using child labor

despite those pesky child labor laws.

Of course this kid typically does about 10 minutes of work 

and then needs a 15 hour break.

And finally

the basically finished living room.

You can't tell, but there are touch ups needed on the windows behind the tree

and the other 2 windows not shown need trim painted.

However, I'm running out of time

so painting is on hold until after the fast approaching holiday season.

The hubby is happy that we can set up the new giant TV

and last night we moved the couch out of our bedroom and into the living room.

I might not be painting,

but I see a lot of furniture moving and cleaning in my very near future.

(and hopefully we can NOW decorate the tree!)

Open Sesame

The other night I was working on taking down curtain rod brackets

(there were 6 on the door)

and I also started messing with the hardware on the transom window.

I let my hubby know that I was able to get the latch to move

(it's caked in years and years of paint).

That's all I wanted to do at that point, 

but he insisted on trying to open the window.

Luckily, it opened with minimal use of a hammer

and no shattering of glass.

This weekend we will be painting

and hopefully finally being able to finish decorating for Christmas.

I just can't wait to be finished with drywall spackle dust for a while.

 

Interesting Finds

When you're rooting around a hundred year old house, you're bound to find some interesting items.  Because our house hasn't seen any renovations since about 1972, we find some neat things.  Or rather, I find neat things, my husband doesn't always agree with how "neat" my finds really are.  For example, I came across this old Black Flag insect sprayer in a wood bin I asked to keep.  My husband said it was trash and he was throwing it away.  I said I was cleaning it up and displaying it in the laundry/mudroom.  Gives credence to the whole "one mans trash is another woman's treasure".
 

  Last night, the hubby and I despite saying we were tired and going straight to bed when we got home) ended up working on the doorways into the living room and kitchen.  Originally there were doors on each room off the hallway.  The doors are gone and we wanted the doorways to be slightly wider so we removed the 1x4 along the inside of each entryway. When my husband pulled off the first piece, I noticed the nails looked a little funky.  Upon closer inspection, I realized they were nails made by a blacksmith.  Pretty awesome.  Even the hubby was excited about this find.

                                             

Behind the wood we pulled off, we found ancient math.  You know, the math they did where 1,220 + 240= 1,460  and no little drawings were needed to figure it out.  There were no paragraphs needed to explain the little pictures used to answer the problem either.  It was just math. (In case you're wondering, I hate common core math).  Part of me hates the idea of covering this up, because in a few years, no one will remember what simple math looked like.

In all my cleaning and pulling down of ceilings, I've also found some newspapers from August 1960.  There is mention of JFK when he was a Senator and a half page ad from the electric company telling people how wonderful it is to have a house run entirely on electricity (it even has examples of local families and the amount they pay a month for electricity).  And late last night while working on smoothing the trim in the hallway, I discovered that there was once scrollwork on the steps similar to what I found along the top of the stairs.  I'm hoping I can find the pattern through the paint and be able to redo the scrollwork by painting, but it wasn't as easy to see on the steps downstairs as it was on the area by the upstairs hallway.
I'm sure there will be a ton of other things we come across.  I'm hoping for some money in the walls or something along those lines.

Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas

Between ripping and scraping floors

and spackling drywall,

we have managed to try and prepare for the coming holiday season.

We have a tree.

Apparently our eyes were bigger than our living room

because we got a 10'5" tree 

for 8'9" ceilings.

But with some trimming and finagling, 

we've managed to get it inside.

It currently has half the lights on it

(we used 600 I had to buy more) but no ornaments yet.

Though I think the galvanized tub as tree skirt looks fabulous

even with no other decorations.

(I was pleased to find a use for the tub we purchased and used as a cooler for beer at our wedding).

We're steadily getting things prepared for painting this coming weekend

and slowly getting ready for Christmas.

 Though once Christmas comes and goes, 

I might sleep for a week straight.

The Red Door

This is the front of our house.

I want you to take special note of the front door.

In case you can't tell where it is,

it's on the left- the only thing without black shutters.

While you're checking it out, 

take notice of the blank white area above the glass on the storm door.

That's where the transom window was/is.

I was pretty bummed out thinking 

that the transom was gone and covered up.

So imagine my excitement 

when my husband figured out 

there was just a board tacked over the outside of the window.

Still, the door isn't very attractive.

It was too plain.

The house had zero curb appeal,

so I opted to go bold.

I went red.

This is the final color

and the screen door has been removed.

I still need to sand and paint the trim, 

but I'm loving the red door.

My husband, who actually doubted me,

likes the red door.

The neighbors like it, I think.

My dad hates it.

Surprisingly, 

red doors carry some meaning.

Protection 

 In the Old Testament in Exodus chapter 12, God tells the Israelites 

to slaughter a lamb on the 14th day of the month at twilight,

and smear the blood of the lamb on the top and sides of the doors.

This same night, the Angel of Death 

would go through Egypt killing every first born male,

but the Angel would pass over those homes with blood on the door

sparing the first born.

Today many churches have red painted doors to signify this covenant 

between God and the Israelites

and also as a symbol of the blood Jesus shed.

Safety

During the Civil War, 

homes that were a part of the Underground Railroad

often painted their front doors red to let escaped slaves know it was a place of refuge.

It was also use as a sign to weary travelers

that the dwelling offered a comfortable place to stay.

Luck and Energy

The Chinese consider red to be a lucky color

and paint their front doors red at the start of their new year.

In Feng Shui practices, a red door signifies the "mouth" of the home

which allows chi ("life's breath" or the energy that binds life together)

 to be drawn inside  

So, seems my choice of color has nothing but positive meanings behind it!

Dining Room Floor

Here is the dining room floor

after scraping all the adhesive off

and cleaning up all the mouse poop, mouse carcasses 

and the old ceiling tiles.

There is a large stain over by the windows that will hopefully 

be sanded out.

My husband thinks something was spilled there at one time, but

I'm pretty sure there might have been a dead body there back in the day.

It isn't the most attractive floor, 

but it's usable until we're ready to rent the sander and refinish the floors in the downstairs.

We peeked under the carpet in the hallway upstairs and discovered

it too has adhesive.

Luckily, we know what to do and use.

I'm not being compensated for telling you how great Goo Gone is, 

so believe me when I say, this is the way to go.

We tried another, harsher, adhesive remover

that was recommended by a salesperson at a large hardware type store.

We took it home, 

had to open all the windows and turn on fans just to prevent us from dying from the fumes

and then read that is can't be used on more than 1 square foot of area

and can't be used on floors.

Plus, in the area we used this other product in,

the finish was taken off the wood.

Goo Gone has a nice citrusy smell

did the job

and didn't remove any finish.

Also, it takes off Christmas Tree sap.  

So if you're faced with the daunting task of removing adhesive from carpet, 

go with Goo Gone and a scraper and some elbow grease.

The Evils of Flooring

Our flooring removal extended beyond the living room.

The next carpet on the chopping black was the dining room carpet.

When we removed the living room carpet, 

we revealed gorgeous 100 year old hardwood floors

with minimal amount of wear.

What would the dining room reveal?

It revealed that someone actually glued, 

yes, GLUED,

carpet to the 100 year old floor.

The end result was a sea of black padding

stuck to glue

stuck to the hardwood floor.

Personally, 

I think whomever decided back in the day 

that gluing anything to hardwood was
the best way to go

should be strung up and whipped.

Our only option was to scrape off the adhesive.

I'll share more on that process later.

We also needed to remove the linoleum in the kitchen.

I had peeked under the linoleum in places and knew

the hardwood was under that too.

Unfortunately, 

the hardwood did not extend the entire length of the kitchen.

As it turns out, the original foot print of the house

ended where the plywood subfloor starts.

So the area where my husband is standing is all part of an addition.

There is a header beam in the ceiling that confirms this.

So, even though the hardwood in the kitchen is in really good shape

(better than the living room)

We can't use it.

The new addition's flooring was made to be level with the existing floor

so to try to add hardwood to match would be impossible as it would be higher than the existing floor.

So, we're back to the original idea of the black and white tiles.

I can't even tell you how upsetting it is for me to cover this floor

(especially after complaining about other people doing it). 

But the addition left us no other alternative.

(Unless I convince my dad or my husband that we should pull up the old flooring, lay subfloor and put tiles on that and save the hardwood for another project- like using it to make a kitchen counter top.  But My chances of that are slim to none)

What Lies Beneath

Last night we had high hopes of getting started dry walling the one foot space between the ceiling and where the drop ceiling was in the living room.

That didn't happen.

Instead, the hubby and I opted to clean out the drop ceiling in the kitchen.

That might seem like a weird project, 

but we discovered that mice have spent years living above that awful drop ceiling.

We want to be able to start using the kitchen downstairs

(since the one upstairs is the size of a very small bedroom 

because, well, it used to be a very small bedroom)

but the thought of mouse poop hovering above our heads (and food)

wasn't very appealing.

So we ended up taking down each tile, brushing it off, vacuuming the drop ceiling tracks and tops of the cabinets and then replacing the tiles.

Be thankful I didn't take photos of all the dead bodies lining the kitchen floor.

Once that job was finished, 

Big E wanted to find another job to do.

(he wanted to listen to the Redskins game 

and could only do that on the radio downstairs)

So he decided to start pulling down the pressed cardboard tiles we found

under the drop ceiling in the dining room.

On a side note, in the above picture you can see the crazy contraption

that was built to support the ceiling fan.  

It was moved from the center of the room to about a foot and a half off center

(it will be going back where it belongs).

I also noticed a weird coloration on the ceiling and thought it was concrete.

Turns out, at some point the dining room ceiling was wall papered.

It wasn't the most attractive wallpaper I've ever seen,

but I do think it was pretty cool to find it.

Big E tore off a couple of chunks for me to save.

It reminds me of a brain.

While pulling down the ceiling, 

we found a few mouse nests made from insulation that we can only speculate came from the attic.

There were also more bodies.

Hopefully, we won't find any signs of live mice now that we've cleaned those areas out.

And if some show up, 

the cats better take care of business.

Surprises

Most people like surprises, 

at least the good kind of surprise. 

In a hundred year old house, there are surprises- some good, some not so good. 

Finding the original plaster wall in bad shape beneath the ugly wallpaper paneling in the kitchen?

Bad surprise.

Finding original 100 year old hardwood under living room carpet in good shape?

Good surprise.

Photo of the scroll work

Another good surprise was discovering some interesting indentations on the wood running along the bottom of the railing along the upstairs hallway.  

I've been up and down the steps tons of times and never noticed anything.  

Then one evening, the setting sun hit that section just right 

and threw enough shadow to pop out the indentations.  

Originally there appears to have been some scroll work on the wood 

that was painted over many times.  

Eventually someone removed the scroll work 

(yes, I'm screaming and sobbing inside as well), 

but the layers of paint left the impression.  

My plan is to use a pencil to rub the edges to make them stand out and 

take the time to paint the curls and swirls so they can be seen again.  

It won't be the wood scroll work it was back in the day, 

but at least the shape and decor can be salvaged.  

It's little discoveries like this 

that get me excited and give me the motivation to poke around and find more surprises.

I'll be sharing them all,

no matter how unpleasant

(finding mouse poop in the drop ceiling in the kitchen and realizing it's been used as a stealthy mouse superhighway? BAD surprise. Especially when you have it nearly dumped on your head.

Excuse me while I go shower in scalding water and bleach)

Tear Down This Wall!

President Regan  said it best:

Last night the house settlement was completed,

and it was time to tear down the wall.

While not as significant as the Berlin Wall, 

the wall of paneling that separated the upstairs from the downstairs

needed to come down.

 

The wall was simply two pieces of paneling.

The railing for the staircase is behind the wall in the above photo.

In the next photo, you can see the other side of the wall

showing the railing.

 This is the doorway to get to the downstairs of the house.  

My sister refers to it as the Alice in Wonderland door.

In fact, when she first saw it she wanted to know where the magic mushrooms were she needed to consume in order to shrink small enough to fit through.

 You can clearly see the resemblance.

Seriously, normal things don't fit through it.

Like lampshades, shop vacs and laundry baskets.

Even my husband has to turn sideways to get his shoulders through.

So once we got home from dinner,

the demolition began. 

This is the view from the bottom of the stairs now.

And the view from our hallway.

I had to halt demolition because it was a school night

and I had just put the Brat Child to bed.

These "studs" need to be cut to remove them safely and

without damaging the railing

(I have threatened certain death if that railing is harmed in any way).

It's strange to see so much light in the hallway.

And the cat is enjoying the new set up.

Already he found he enjoys sitting on the railing and looking into my bedroom.

Without my glasses I was certain a short little man was looking at me from the hall.

Scared the crap out of me.

The Living Room

This is the living room in all its glorious 1972 red carpet splendor.

Back in 1972, I'm sure this was all the rage-

not so in 2015.

My husband and I were pretty sure that there was 100 year old hardwood under all that red.

Question was, what kind of shape was it in?

So we began pulling it up.

This is the padding underneath-

a good sign as it appeared that the carpet was installed using tack strips and not glue.

Voila`! 

Gorgeous 100 year old hardwood floor.

There were a few worn areas, 

but we plan to sand and refinish all the hardwood in the future.

For now, it's usable- once the tack strips and staples are removed.

I jumped on removing all those tack strips right away.

I'm notorious for stepping on nails

(I even once spent time in he hospital because of stepping on one)

and I had already stepped on a tack.

So I broke out the trusty hammer and putty knife and got to work.

I also had my trusty helpers.

The Brat Child helped me for about 10 minutes then asked for a 15 minute break-

he never came back.

Chunk the kitten was more interested,

but a lot less help so he eventually was banished.

It only took a day to get everything removed.

We're moving onto the dining room

and eventually the kitchen 

and then we'll give everything a good scrub down with some Murphy's Oil Soap.

Simply Clean

First, let me say that I'm not getting any money from Simple Green to promote their product.  That isn't to say that I'd decline if they wanted to give me a few bucks for telling people how wonderful I think their product is.  And second, I'm in no way criticizing anyone's cleaning abilities.  Our landlady was 91 when she passed and was unable to climb up on her counter top to clean kitchen cabinets.  Heck, I need to watch climbing around, not to mention how sore my arms are.

So, the kitchen was in need of a major scrub down. The plan is to paint the cabinets in the future, so I really needed to scrub them clean so I won't have to do much sanding in the future.   The regular cleaners weren't working very well on the grease buildup, so I went and got some Simple Green.  I wasn't sure if it would be strong enough either as it is considered non-hazardous and environmentally safer than other products.  I typically equate that to not being strong enough. 

I filled an empty spray bottle with undiluted Simple Green, sprayed the areas, let it sit for a minute then scrubbed away.  It did the trick.  And it did the trick without the need to use a respirator or chemical gloves, and it smells pretty good. 
So if you have a tough cleaning job, or any cleaning job, I'd recommend Simple Green.  It works and it's environmentally friendly.  Win-win.

There have been a lot of other things going on, and I promise I'll share the progress in due time. 

What's In a Name

Bannister that is original to the house- LOVE IT!

A month ago, I talked a little about some of the obvious changes going on with this blog (you can read that post here).  One of the biggest changes was to go from The WannaBe Farm to The Historical Homegirl.  I imagine for the handful of people who read/follow this blog, that posed the biggest question.  Why in the world would someone change the name and all links to an already established blog??  First, I was noticing that there were an awful lot of people using the name "Wannabe Farm".  It was no longer a unique name, but one that could become easily confused.  And second, I decided I didn't want to start a separate blog to write about the upcoming renovations on my soon-to-be new-to-me house.  My option was to use the existing blog for everything and come up with a catchier name.
It wasn't easy to come up with a new name.  You'd be amazed at how many cool blog names are already taken.  I finally settled on The Historical Homegirl (The Historic Homegirl was taken, but that wasn't a bad thing).  There is a distinct difference between the definition of the word historic and history and that came into play.  Historic is an adjective that refers to something important or influential from the past (i.e. The Battle of Gettysburg was an historic event.) while the word historical is an adjective that refers to something from the past that may or may not be important (i.e. historical romance, historical replicas, etc).  While the soon-to-be new-to-me home is old, it is merely historical not historic as it isn't part of any important or influential part of history (at least nothing I know about yet.  One never knows where George Washington might have used the outhouse).
It wasn't just the house that lead to the name.  I'm also big on canning, and that is a process that is from the past, as is the idea of homesteading.  And by that I mean that homesteading and producing and preserving your own food was a common thing back in the day, it was a necessity, and during WWII, it was encouraged by the government. Now it seems that preserving your own food is growing in favor again because of increase in food costs and all the GMO food concerns.  Historical seemed like the perfect name.  And homegirl, well I was a girl who was going to be talking about her home and it also fit in that homegirl means a woman from your hometown or neighborhood, or a woman who is your close friend.  That's me: your good buddy here on blogger.
So stay tuned! There will be some of the same blather about chickens and gardens and canning, plus renovations, historical information, and whatever whatnot I decide to throw your way.

Giant Eggs and Clipped Wings

I had a busy evening last night.  I've been having a chicken dilemma recently.  We set up a temporary run area to keep the girls contained and hopefully safer from predators.  Problem was, they were all flying out of the run.  So I opted to clip their wings.
You'll have to imagine my husbands face when I told him that's what we would be doing tonight.  He was slightly concerned that clipping wings was more involved than it actually was.  I wasn't able to get any photos of the task because it takes two people to complete the job.  My husband held the hen while I pulled out her wings one at a time and clipped her primary flight feathers.  Don't worry, it doesn't hurt, they don't bleed and the feather will eventually grow back.  I'm hoping this fixes the flying the coop/run problem and they stay where I want them.  This is especially important because there was a hawk flying around the neighbor's field.  Apparently the girls were smart enough to know to stick close when they heard the unmistakable screeching.  So the girls are grounded and the coop has been cleaned and prepared for colder weather.  We also grabbed a dozen eggs and found two extra extra large eggs.  I'm certain they will be double yolkers.  The egg carton was actually for extra large eggs, but these were too big for the carton!  Love my Jersey Giant hen!

The Big News

So, the BIG news I've mentioned can finally be shared. My husband and I are getting a house.  And it isn't just any house, it's the place we've been living in (in the upstairs apartment) for a few years.  The house belonged to Miss Bertha, our landlady, who we came to know and love like family.  Sadly, Miss Bertha passed away this July at the age of 91.  My husband and I worked to come up with a way to purchase the house and turn it back into a single family home.  Without going into all the personal details, we've managed to do that.  A settlement date has been set up.
The house was built in the early 1900's (I'm anxious to be able to find the actual history on the home) and needs a lot (I mean A LOT) of updates not to mention the work to turn it back into a single family home from a multi-family home.  Despite the enormous amount of work, hard work, needed to get things in shape, I can't be more excited.  We're chomping at the bit to rip up old carpet and reveal original hardwood floors, and my husband can't wait to take down the wall separating the upstairs from the downstairs.  And of course, it will all be blogged about here.

This is a photo of my husband and I and Miss Bertha at our wedding.  It's one of our favorite photos from the day, and we were both pleased she was able to share our big day with us.  She had a great laugh and was always laughing and smiling.  She always baked us zucchini bread for our birthdays and had a special treat ready for my son on special occasions.  She told people my husband and I were her "adopted" son and daughter.  Staying in the house was more than just getting a house, it was being able to take care of Miss Bertha's House.  We recently learned that she wanted us to be the ones to get it after she passed.  I hope we do her proud!