Post by imojoebunny on May 18, 2013 20:30:01 GMT -5
LOL. I own three old houses, on that is more than 100 years old. The other two were built originally in the 1920's. Last month, I found out that a sewer line runs 10 feet from the 100 year old house, but not on my property because there was a sinkhole by the foundation. In my quest to figure out the cause, I found that the shower in one bathroom needed to be replaced and the toilet in the other was leaking water into the basement. If you look, you will find. Sometimes, I just don't want to look!
The good news is, that they are all still providing shelter!
The worst was when we had carpenter ants. We had an exterminator come treat regularly for a year and there was constantly hundreds and hundreds of giant dead ants everywhere. Winged ones too. Omg just remembering makes me want to move even though they are truly gone. Lol
Post by thatgirl2478 on May 18, 2013 20:40:45 GMT -5
Yes. I grew up in a house built in 1855, my parents still live there. Luckily my dad is handy...
We still own (and rent out) a house built in 1916 - loved it - but we just spent $3,000 to fix a 5' piece of clay sewer pipe that had been infiltrated by tree roots and several years before that paid $3,000 to replace the water main...
Now we have a 1959 house. We've had issues, but nothing like our OLD houses!
Post by deanlicker78 on May 18, 2013 21:34:59 GMT -5
We discovered that at one time our church had floor to ceiling arched stain glass windows. They removed them (and did no one knows what with them) and put in regular old windows that suck.
Yesterday we were walking all the way around the house looking at the roof (because there is a leak on the balcony), we realized that there were openings in one of the towers. I made H climb up in the attic where he realized it used to be a bell tower. The old support for the bell is still up there. It used to be all open and they walled it all in. Our house would be so much more beautiful if people had left shit alone over the years.
We have slowly been renovating our 1904 hose for the last 4 years. There were 5 exterior doors in the living room for some reason. The latest project over the last few weeks was changing some of them to windows. I am so excited that my house is finally starting to look normal.
Lived in a house that was originally a farm outbuilding repurposed over the years. It started out in the 1870s as a stone sheep house with a single room for people attached. In the 1890's it was expanded into a bungalow-ish sort of summer cottage. Sometime between the 1920's and the end of WW II it was turned into a year round home by a local real estate developer who was a young widower, scoutmaster and father of several sons. In the 1970's a motor cycle gang lived there and completely trashed it. We bought it off the couple who did a sort of YHL renovation after them.
This house had lots of creepy-ass shit going on-
The was a large safe in the boathouse under the main living space that had a hole cut out of the bottom.
There was part of a roof in the attic- they raised the roof line 10' for some reason, but never took down the entire previous roof.
When we redid the kitchen, we found dried mud behind the walls on the second floor from previous floods.
There was a random live 220 line running loose in the downstairs.
We found a family of squirrels who liked to winter in the attic. Ugh, after we sealed up the eaves- yet again- the made egress through the ceiling in DS's nursery.
Speaking of said nursery, one of the previous occupants picked her nose and wiped it all over the built in bunk above hers. I want to throw up just writing about it.
The boathouse had 5 toilet hookups in it. I was noticing a sharp sewer smell in the first floor and called my plumber- he found holes for 4 toilets in the floor of the boathouse. The guy who serviced my oil burner confirms that he used to have scout meetings in the oldest part of the house- down stairs next to the boathouse and that sometimes they'd camp in my yard before the neighborhood sprung up around it.
My mother's BFF came to help me hang some curtains right after we moved and admitted that she had attended a pig roast at the house back when the motorcycle guys owned it. She had sex on a couch in the room where the scoutmaster had his den meetings. TMI.
The house was destroyed in a flood; when they razed it the contractor found a Model T Ford mixed into the concrete forming the floor of the boathouse. WTF? They surmise that it was used as "fill".