A view of the livingroom, with the over head light on, during the late afternoon. The year of the calendar? 1998. This was the last time anyone had been able to get back to that area to hang/change a calendar.
The Foyer hall way, as seen from the inside of what will become our son's bedroom.
Our son's soon to be bedroom, as seen from the doorway of the Foyer Hall. In order to get this shot, I had to stand on boxes. There was not a clear photo shot into the bedroom without standing on something.
One of the walls in what will become the master bedroom. The diagonal hanging mirror was my grandmothers. Plastic framing around it. Pretty much worthless. At the time of this photo, I did not even know if the entire mirror was still in tact or not.
The 'master bathroom' sink and vanity.
A view from the master bedroom into the Foyer hall.
A view of the Foyer hall, taken from standing just inside the front door, with my back firmly against the front door. The boxes were no more than 3 feet in front of me.
The Foyer Hall, as seen from the front stoop of the home. Notice the old wooden door with the plastic harvest veggies hanging off of it.
The original basement door. At the time of this posting, the basement door had fallen to pieces in Jerry's hand one day, and had to be temporarily replaced with a 'make shift' panel door. It works. Keeps the bears out. That's basically all that matters with this door right now.
A close up view of the very bottom of the original front door. Notice the water mold damage, black mold and wood shredding.
The back deck, as seen from the end of our driveway. Notice the peeling and semi-rusted paint chips all over the deck and house.
The side of the home near the driveway. As you can somewhat see, the original siding to this home was never primered. The house has simply been repainted... over, and over, and over and over....
A view of the livingroom, with the over head light on, during the late afternoon. The year of the calendar? 1998. This was the last time anyone had been able to get back to that area to hang/change a calendar.
The Foyer hall way, as seen from the inside of what will become our son's bedroom.
Our son's soon to be bedroom, as seen from the doorway of the Foyer Hall. In order to get this shot, I had to stand on boxes. There was not a clear photo shot into the bedroom without standing on something.
One of the walls in what will become the master bedroom. The diagonal hanging mirror was my grandmothers. Plastic framing around it. Pretty much worthless. At the time of this photo, I did not even know if the entire mirror was still in tact or not.
The 'master bathroom' sink and vanity.
A view from the master bedroom into the Foyer hall.
A view of the Foyer hall, taken from standing just inside the front door, with my back firmly against the front door. The boxes were no more than 3 feet in front of me.
The Foyer Hall, as seen from the front stoop of the home. Notice the old wooden door with the plastic harvest veggies hanging off of it.
The original basement door. At the time of this posting, the basement door had fallen to pieces in Jerry's hand one day, and had to be temporarily replaced with a 'make shift' panel door. It works. Keeps the bears out. That's basically all that matters with this door right now.
A close up view of the very bottom of the original front door. Notice the water mold damage, black mold and wood shredding.
The back deck, as seen from the end of our driveway. Notice the peeling and semi-rusted paint chips all over the deck and house.
The side of the home near the driveway. As you can somewhat see, the original siding to this home was never primered. The house has simply been repainted... over, and over, and over and over....
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