The hardest part of having a blog is having something to put on the blog. I'll give it the old college try. We, at Hones Harbor House, are making new friends from around the states and beyond. However, business has been slow and I blame it on the pandemic, but it's not just us who are hurting for customers, but most of our neighbors as well. Please, if you get a chance, come on down to Historic Bridge Street Harbor and visit the awesome shops and top of the line restaurants. When you're done, don't forget to stop in at Popp-A-Razzi for some out of this world popcorn or Fitzgerald's Wine bar for the best wine around these here parts. If that doesn't fill you up, head to Marianne's Chocolates for devilishly delicious candy. Bridge Street won America's Top Downtown a couple of years ago and we still consider ourselves to be the same every year. We are not having our annual Beach Glass Festival in June, but perhaps in September, depending on how this pandemic clears up. But we will have different crafters showcasing their work on the Facebook page "Ashtabula Beach Glass Festival." Until then, I'll put some items on my website for sale. It's not the same, but oh well. We do what we can. Take care, talk to you tomorrow.
Had a wonderful holiday. My girls came home and I enjoyed their visit so much. I don't get to see them as much a I like. I'm proud of what they've done with their lives, though and am glad they are strong, independent women.
Okay, so I'm making a salad in the kitchen. I hear something that sounds like pieces of tin hitting each other. It was weird. I looked outside to see if they were working on the road or something similar. Nope, not happening. It did sound like it was coming from inside the house. Every time I went to investigate it stopped. Hmm. Then later, my dog and I were on my bed. I hear someone call my name. It was from the side door. My dog heard it, too, as he lifted his head as if to listen. I went down figuring it was a friend or someone. There was no one there, but the door was open. Freeeaaakkkyyy.
Early this morning I had another ghostly occurrence. Hubby left for work and my dog and I lay snuggling. Suddenly we hear what sounded like an impatient toddler stomping his feet. Whatever it was, was wearing hard soled shoes and was pounding, or more like jumping up and down. It was right outside my bedroom door, and my dog, behind me, turned and looked over in the direction of the sound just as I did and then he looked at me. I just shrugged and we waited for it to stop. About to get up and investigate, I was just too tired and turned back over and fell asleep. Strange as it seems, these don't really scare me as much as they used to.
As most of my friends and family know, I live in a perpetrated haunted house. When we first moved here, it made me somewhat frightened whenever I heard a strange noise. You get used to them, however, and you go about your daily business. After all, when one moves into a scary house, strange things happen. It's funny how I roll with the punches. One time, I mentioned in a previous blog post, the loud noise in the upstairs while I was in the kitchen. We have no explanation for it. Maylyn's friends tell us of a child being hit by a car in front of this house and, if that is so, I know he is safe in heaven and not stuck here haunting this place. Another young child died of measles here and once again can only surmise he is safe with his family enjoying the afterlife.
This house was built around 1848 and a lot of living went on here way before we took over as owners. I'll try to keep up with the changes this old lady has gone through and hopefully scare some of you to pieces as I write ghost stories in my little piece of heaven.
Now it was time to paint, but I think I mentioned that down below, so...onto stripping the floors of linoleum. Boy it must have been very popular around the 1920 -1930. It's nice to see all the different patterns but they were all cracked and ruined. I would have loved to keep them, but it was not to be. We still have an intact piece up in the attic but couldn't get it down. They used a type of black tar as a glue or something to keep the linoleum down but as you can imagine the hell of getting it off was horrendous. I seriously had overalls that could stand up in the corner. It was a mess and the hardest thing so far. The wood underneath we knew as original by the large wood floor planks. I was relieved and happy. It made me go back in time and look at the wood closely. There was burn marks where I figured a lamp took a tumble or something close to it. If and when we sand them down they'll be beautiful.
The kitchen was the first room I really went to town on. It had ancient circa 1970 cupboards that were dirty, grimy... I took the cabinet fronts off up top and left the bottoms on. I scrubbed everything down and painted the cupboards a light sea foam green. Once that was done, I decided to rip off all the wallpaper. I was looking at ten foot ceilings, so I had to teeter on a ladder most of the time. What a mess. OMG. I could't believe the amount of sanitis they used and I had to get it all off. It took several days (long days) to strip it all down. Layer after layer. It was interesting to see the designs from different decades as I made my way to the bare wall. When i was done with that, I painted the kitchen in a cream color and we put our vintage items out. Oh, I should mention that we had running water at this point. (No more water bottles) and we also had electricity. How our ancestors survived without electricity, water, or technology is beyond me.
The first day in the light of the sun, we looked around a bit more. How fun it was to figure out what we were going to with all the rooms, after painting them of course. I tried to keep to beach colors. We turned one of the bedrooms into our bathroom with a claw foot tub of course.That was painted in a very light blue. The other bedroom was turned into my craft room which I painted white. We left two of the bedrooms to actually be bedrooms and one was painted a very dull yellow and our bedroom is painted creme color. We let the girls have a choice of bedrooms. One chose the one next to us and the other daughter chose the other bedroom one step down from us. So fun. Even if we are scared out of our wits at night, it was starting to feel a bit more like home...to me anyway.
The first night in the house was daddy's idea of a fun "outing." The girls and, I um,,,not so much. We were cuddling all night long. When daybreak finally greeted the changing of the guards. Night no longer had it's grip on us and with the light of sun shining through the windows we could fee a bit braver. Daddy got us all a breakfast from McDonalds and me a very large cup of iced coffee. Now here's where it goes from there.
How to survive in large house built around 1848 or so with no running water. Well, we bought the gallon sized waters, shampoo, and took showers in the tub. After that we did some more investigating. May May has pics I'm pretty sure of the house before we started working on it. For God's sake the living room was painted a bright neon green. I'm like "say what!" Every room was painted a different color. Bright neon colors. I don't know who did this paint job. But bless their hearts, it was obviously very discontinued paint.
More installments tomorrow.
This is day four of my virtual tour for my book Buried Dolls. I haven't had it reviewed yet so I'm not sure if it's as good as I feel. lol YIKES! I'll be awarding a $15 Amazon/BN GC via rafflecopter during the tour of my book Buried Dolls. Long and Short YA will be hosting today. Please stop by and comment for your chance to win the gift card. I'd love to hear if your creeped out by scary dolls and if you have a scary story about a doll that made your skin crawl. This can include clowns, too.