Jenkins: Introduction
So far, it’s been rocky and a little discouraging. Sitting abandoned for over a year containing history in original light fixtures, a couple of sets of double doors with antique hardware, and a glorious clawfoot tub, all to be stolen days before closing. I am trying not to take that as an omen, a precursor to things to come. The spirit of the house does not want me to quit. I feel that every time I walk through. She is warm and almost grateful feeling.
Two gloriously old oak trees have been fully revealed and these onlookers of history have almost taken the sting out of the loss of the stolen fixtures. They guard the back corner of the house, specifically the most rotten and deteriorated part of the place, and they wait, expectantly, to hear the coffee talk that hopefully will happen again on the back patio under their shade.
The undertaking is by far the biggest risk I have ever taken. It is a virtual Pandora’s box that is impossible to predict the contents of. I hope I can do the home justice and bring it back to someone out there as a home. At this point, only time, dirt, grime, hard work, and a whole hella lot of nerve will tell!