Living in a 1730’s house, I possess a certain intrigue for old stone houses, quaint schoolhouses, rambling walls and arched bridges dotting the landscape here on the edge of Lancaster and Chester Counties, my neighborhood. I love finding that one opening in a hedge of thriving rhododendrons and evergreens for a peek into a stately edifice. (Ever notice that most old stone homes are protected from gawkers by landscaping?) I love to imagine who built these stone structures. And I wonder what stories are forever hidden in their mortar.
Today I find pleasure in barns renovated for new uses but maintaining the building’s original charm. I find joy in tiny outbuildings converted to cozy cottages and coolness in a covered bridge.
And I decide, none of these structures were erected by happenstance; each had a planner with a vision for what could be. And each building meant change for the community. Each has its own history, some elements by plan, some by chance and some by outside forces; all forever cemented as character into its cracks and cervices.
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