Ancestral Roofs

"In Praise of Older Buildings"

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Paying your own Way

Special Effects, Brighton
Our dad was big on "paying your own way." Being a practical farmer, he dreaded debt, "paddled his own canoe" and was "beholden to no man."

I expect he would approve of the thought that popped into my mind as I enjoyed the tropical heat of Brighton last week.


I wandered up Young Street (toiled might be more precise, given the hazy sun broiling pedestrians to perfection), strolled through the grounds at Proctor House (she's having work done, good to see) and trickled slowly downhill via Kingsley and Sandford to Main Street to find a house on the western edge of town. And back. Via Lighthouse Books (more on that later) and all the shady trees I could find.
ogee arch garden trellis..'piano' at right


 One gorgeous red brick home in particular drew my attention - starting with the shade and expanding to the luscious gardens. The sun-speckled front lawn was a feast for the senses with all kinds of needful garden art. The focus, which would bring a grin to the face of a Victorian butler, was the upright piano/water feature/music centre. Worth the drive to Brighton. The house was lovely, as an abode, but it's also the home of Special Effects Decorating. I recognized the sign, and was delighted later to reconnect on-line with the very creative and lovely style of Sheryl Delorme, who I met years ago, when her shop was in downtown Belleville.

Another fine old house on the other corner of Meade Street has been in my sights for some time. I've been admiring with considerable relief,  the restoration of the Mansard roof with polychromatic tiles or shingles, and the repair and repainting of cornice brackets and porch gingerbread. Delightful spot.

Now it's the home of Paramdhan Kaur yoga studio and several other practitioners of healing arts. One could say that the worthy Victorian house has been healed as well.

Right next door, along Main Street, in a rambling frame Edwardian  house is a Brighton institution, The Blue House, featuring home and garden gifts and original art.


I also admired the HQ of Brighton Massage Therapy and Footcare Clinic, who have revved up the  their Greek Revival facade with white and pale yellow paint.








Old homes have long been re-purposed as B&B's and funeral homes, but I think I see a growing trend to repurpose interesting old houses into business venures. It seems to me that tourists and shoppers are drawn to businesses in heritage buildings, heritage districts. Even if they wouldn't know a pilaster from a pinochle, there's a charm, a presence, an experience in and around old buildings that the shiniest newest build just doesn't provide. Even this old house nut accepts that not every worthy heritage structure can be fully restored and run as a museum. Nor are there enough owners with the means to restore and retain yesterday's massive single family homes in private hands.




Some old houses, like the rest of us, have to pay their own way. Ask Alex Fida, visionary owner of the restored House of Falconer in Picton, who purchased an at-risk  property, painstakingly restored it, and has now "monetized it" into a vibrant community arts hub.



Thursday, May 12, 2016

Clouds over Brighton...or, there'll be no toMorrow

Morrow's Storage ramp and freight shed at MJM
Apologies to Annie, but I have been intrigued by the Morrow story since my first visit to Memory Junction museum.

 A bit of Brighton history which might be easily overlooked, as a visitor crosses the threshold of the Interpretation Centre and gets overwhelmed by the amazing collection of area history, is the Morrow's Storage sign, impressed into the cement of the ramp leading to the car doors. This steel-clad building was once the freight shed for the J.H.Morrow Ford automobile distributorship.

In 1910, James Morrow travelled to Detroit (as Ralph Bangay of Memory Junction Museum recounts it) to obtain distribution rights for the new-fangled Ford motor car. He managed the deal, and became distributor for the autos from Oshawa to Gananoque.





The Fords arrived by train (an irony that can only be appreciated with the end of passenger rail service there in 1965) and were off-loaded into the building along the dedicated siding. Somewhere I have seen photos of crowds throngs of people meeting the train, climbing up on the freight cars, streaming around a horse and carriage caught up in the crowd.


Across the road stood a massive cold storage warehouse and grain elevator; it too had rails leading to the loading dock. Lots happened by rail then.







I have been fond of this steel-clad building with the blue boom-town front since I first visited Brighton. Just recently, I saw an historic photo showing it when it housed Morrow's Ford dealership.




 Ralph Bangay recounts climbing out onto the front to replace one of the cylindrical finial adornments.










The Home Theatre/Crown Theatre @ 21 Prince Edward Street, Brighton
thanks to Brighton Digital Archives

Next door to it, in 1922, the Bank of Commerce opened in their new quarters, which had become the Home Theatre by the time the above photo was taken (from the Susan Brose collection at the Brighton Digital Archives.) As you can see, the Morrow building had changed hands as well, becoming home to the Canada Rex Spray Company. We farm kids likely remember Fly-Tox, one of their products.
Unfortunately, both buildings with all their history are under threat, as a new gas station convenience store is planned for the property.

Soon there will be no Morrow building.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Something about a vineyard

Yesterday I spent some time in Hillier township, tracking down the origins of  a unique road name. I took a road never travelled, heading south from Melville toward Wellington along dusty Chase Road.









 I had just entered the wide expanse of vineyards belonging to a winery named for the roads that intersect nearby (Closson and Chase roads) when this beautiful little church came into view. What an outstanding display of the roofer's art, emulating the multicoloured slate roofs of its big city brethren.


 I suspect that the former church (I didn't find any signage as to its denomination) may now be providing refuge for seasonal workers. I did notice a number of smallish cottages round about which in my lifetime on farms used to be called 'tenant houses.'



Now my scripture knowledge is a bit rusty, but it seems to me there is a nice resonance between gentle fields of newly greening grapevines and an historic little church whose parishioners did their best to create something splendid. I'll leave that for you to contemplate.
Brockville - big city polychrome slate
PS Mystery solved. I've remembered a book in my history library, a 1971 Christmas gift to our grandparents from our mom and dad. History of the Churches of Prince Edward County. It has interesting origins. Compiled by the Picton Branch of the PEC Women's Institutes, it is one of those fine local histories titled Tweedsmuir books. I'll leave you to look up their origin. This compilation was revised and edited by Patricia Taylor and published by the Picton Gazette Publishing Company.

The little church is (was) Christ Church, Hillier, an Anglican church. Seems to me that Anglican churches can always be counted on to be, well,  churchier. More picturesque. Even this humble example in the countryside. Christ Church was begun in 1846, destroyed by lightning in 1944, and rebuilt by 1947. Things found, things missing. The photo in the book shows the stones of the churchyard to the southeast of the entrance. But the fuzzy photo doesn't reveal those inspiring patterned shingles.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Mr. Rogers would approve

I remember Mr. Rogers. Do you? His slow-paced children's television show Mr.  Rogers' Neighborhood [sic] ran for years, replaced by increasingly zippy educational offerings like Sesame Street and Electric Company. Mr. Rogers' show was like a visit with a kindly uncle or grandpa. A bit slow, maybe a tiny bit dotty, but a person who conveyed warmth, caring and all the patience in the world. The show ran from 1968 to 2000.

You might recall his often-used kindly prompt to his tiny viewers,encouraging them to attempt the name of something he might be telling them about. "Can you say....?" Today's more cynical folk parody that occasionally. "Can you say Transpacific Partnership, boys and girls?"

 The theme song for Mr. Rogers' Neighbourhood was "Won't you be my Neighbour?" Here's an invitation back into the simple magic of the show.

I think Mr. Rogers would have liked Old Oakville. He might be especially pleased with the neighbourliness of the neighbourhood, where ship captains, merchants and tradespeople lived in close proximity, in well-built homes. The quality of building might be attributed to the skills of the ships' carpenters who migrated to Chisholm's shipyards.

This might be due to an early prohibition on makeshift buildings and log construction imposed by Chisholm or his town planner Merrick Thomas. (I read that somewhere, and am having no luck relocating the source!)


Mr. Rogers would also like the well-kept nature of the neighbourhood, everything put away neat and tidy.

A feature of Old Oakville which makes a ramble even more edifying is the house plaques, identifying homes with the names of original owner/builder, his occupation and the build date.



Justus Williams, merchant  (1838)
Old Oakville's homes, grand and humble, all look so well-built and lovingly maintained. This is due to the owners no doubt, who value their community and properties and want them all looking their best. The presence of an active Historical Society has doubtless 'raised the bar' through the years.

I found online a copy of the Oakville Historical Society newsletter from 2006, in which the process of application for the exterior house plaques was outlined.

Eligibility is simple. Houses have to be 100plus years old. I grew so curious as I wandered, not just intrigued by the architectural features and the exquisite natural beauty of the neighbourhood, but wanting to know so much more about the early inhabitants and their times.

Instant history lesson. Well done, Oakville Historical Society!

I must admit to being disappointed when some home owners appear to have declined to participate.



The tiny perfect 1860 James Kelly house is my absolute favourite. The Old Oakville Walkers' Guide provides a real gem: Farley Mowat's grandma and grandpa lived here.


George Ewan, carpenter (1853)
gorgeous coleus

Carriage-maker's abode  (1855)

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Walk on Water

Another favourite 'street' in Newburgh is Water Street west, if you like. There's lots to be said about the "early streetscape" which the writers of Rogues' Hollow describe with great appreciation, that block of early homes on the 'common' (my name for the open ground which likely harboured something industrial at one time) above Hooper's Mill and the Little Napanee River on the eastern section of Water Street.

But amble westward with me this trip, down this lane along the river.

Rogues' Hollow pays scant attention to this little neighbourhood west of the meeting (intersection is just too urban a word) of Water and Mill Streets. I was intrigued as the street just 'peters out,' ending at the river (now there's an expression that just popped out of the family favourites phrasebook. I had to check its origins; now it's revealed itself. Phrase Finder suggests that "the earliest known use of 'peter' as a verb meaning dwindle relates to the mining industry in the USA in the mid 19th century." Thank you mister Google.)

You can see the sparkle of sun on the river to the extreme left of the photo at the top. I loved this beautifully painted prim little frame house and its gardens along the river. I'm not sure if this is the Rogers/Bagyan house that Stokes and his co-writers describe as "a frame house built about 1910 on an old stone foundation."

John Black House c1850
 Although greatly changed from the photo in RH, the well-proportioned white house below must be the c1850 John Black house. Modern cladding has covered most of the detail, and that plastic porch masks what the writers describe as a "front door framed in the style of the 1850s" - if it even survived the makeover. But you can't miss the early proportions of the house, or fault the setting beneath those pines, looking across the road (which by now has dwindled to a gravel lane with grassy centre) overlooking the river.

And by way of proving that modern is not always bad, the location on the riverbank, directly across from the house, in the 1870s, was an industrial complex. Mr. Black operated a tannery in that spot. Not so fragrant as the breeze off today's bucolic creek.

I'm thinking this dark grey painted house might be the Black/Ruttan house c1865. Although it's not shown in RH, the text refers to a house with a gable over the front entrance, and a "slight asymmetry of the front" which signalled a larger room to the left of the door. Or could that have been this one?




And finally, returning to the 'intersection' we see across Front (Mill) Street the Lockwood/Godfrey house from the mid-fifties (1850s.) Although not visible from this angle, there is an entrance in the south side also, which the writers suggest might mark it as a store sometime in its history.


 "Vestiges of the cornice survive, as do the eaves returns and the plain outline of the doorcase...the sidelights to the entrance give some indication of its former character," comment our experts in 1983. I like that the stucco is nicely painted, and the property well kept.

Signs pointing the way to a riverside ramble:
Front Street shows as Water Street in Rogues' Hollow





the one that got away








A collapsing house, with piles of limestone suggesting a more impressive structure once stood nearby?

And behind the log outbuilding, behind the last house on the road, what's peering through the trees?

The Academy out on Concession Street.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Riverside Regency Romance

I've written about this perfect c1850 Regency Cottage before, in 2010 (before Blogger provided today's generous photo space) and 2014 (goodness, how time flies) when Shannon and Sabine came by to 'do' Classical Revival.

 It has all the elements: ground hugging profile, verandahs, lots of French doors, natural setting (if you ignore a busy road nearby) on Millhaven Creek, in a village with lots of early buildings and an historic mill.

Best thing about it right now is that it's for sale.

Gordon's Estate Services is now offering this beautiful piece of our built heritage for sale (and not to be indelicate, but you're not going to believe the price.) Follow the link for lots more photos and a virtual tour, and to reach Gordon's representative Nicky Breeze.




Oh, and did I mention that there's an Open House this Saturday, April 16th?