I adore old houses. I don't recall the exact moment the romance began, but it must have been very early in my childhood because all my earlier recollections are associated with scents and sounds, and when I think of old houses my mind immediately jumps to the smell of a smokehouse and the sound of small feet running across a hardwood floor. So, naturally, this blog will often become sickeningly rhapsodic from time to time when I see a breathtaking example of our country's earlier architecture. Today, I want to bring to your attention one such example. This fine old gal, perhaps of the Italianate persuasion with a little "Queenly" air, is up for sale... makes me wish I had a yen to live in Pulaski. (laughing)
Front View
Side View
Through the Front Door
The Parlors
Dining Room
Kitchen
Bathroom
Music Room
Up The Stairs
If you'd like to see more, and yes, there's much more to see, then please visit the link above. Here, I'll post it one more time for you. (laughing)
Here you go!
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