Saturday, January 17, 2009
Visiting realty listings, through "It's Lovely! I'll Take It", I saw these photos of a house for sale in the St. Louis area.
It's amazing. It's a frozen slice of the 1950s! Everything. Furniture, tile, fixtures, colors, cabinets, everything, all in pristine condition. The refrigerator and stove look a bit post-50s, but sitting there in the garage, in all its glory, is the original stove - my Gramma's stove from the 50s! Also in perfect condition. It's amazing. The place should be a museum.
And then I read the description, and a chill ran up my back. "This awesome 50's bungalow, located on a quiet, cul-de-sac street on the Hill, has seriously never been lived in... at least on the main level. This ONE-OWNER home was resided only in the lower level during their stay here, so the main level has been frozen in time and perfectly preserved...."
Now, that's scary! The lower level is the basement. Cement floor and all. One big room. Who would buy and furnish a house, and then live in the basement? Someone so sick they wouldn't take a chance on juice spilled on a rug? Scratches on the tables? Accidents on the mattresses? Wear on the floors? Did they visit upstairs on Sundays and gloat over how perfect it was? And it's not like it was a single hermit - the description says that the only use of the stove was for 28 Thanksgiving turkeys, so there probably was a family.
The thought of what may have gone on in that house scares me.
It's for sale furnished. Look quickly. It may not be on the market long.
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Thursday evening The Man and I went to karaoke again. After the incredible year-end overtime he's had, he needed to relax. The usual crowd didn't seem to be there, so the rotation was short, he got to sing a lot, so he decided to play with it.
The first song he sang was Tracy Chapman's "Fast Car", and he sounded just like her. That one was for me. I love that song. His last song of the night (probably because it's hard on his throat) was Louis Armstrong's "What a Wonderful World", and he sounded just like him! It was incredible to hear that voice coming out of him.
The Man is utterly amazing in a lot of ways.
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3 comments:
No way - that listing says that house is on the Hill. It must be bogus. Everyone knows you never see a for sale sign on the Hill. That way it can be go to other good Catholic Italian Americans.
I don't have Garys blond wood dresser, but the blond wood table is in our basement. And one of those white cabinets is in Moms garage.
V common in Jersey for houses to have a kitchen in the basement and in certain sections, to have the family live mostly in the basement. Seems to happen mostly with Nonna's house.
Re: Tracy Chapman, Fast Car: Kill me now. That song throws me into a funk that takes days to get out of. Augh! But I'm glad you and the man had a chance to get away.
I love Tracy's voice. In this shaky video [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-HFvUY-VdQM] of what has to be her saddest song, notice how the raucous audience shuts up.
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