|Bringing Back Holleywood||
Who knew they came in so many colors? We decide on a brown brick to match the front sills. Note the gorgeous panes of old, wavy glass, which isn't made anymore. Broken panes are being replaced with glass from old storms.
Glancing through the west parlor window at Donald on the side porch, his dark shirt makes visible writing I hadn't noticed before: the signature of Charles E. Rudd (the seller's grandfather) dated Feb. 22 '96, exactly 93 years to the day before our younger daughter was born.
Classicist architect Frank Garretson enjoys frisson created by juxtaposing old and new. So it's in keeping that he commutes to Holleywood on a Harley.
Every few weeks or so, the team gets together to evaluate progress and discuss plans. Here, the owner, decorator, architect and contractor discuss progress on the roof, and proposed fixtures for the entrance.
A flag was left in the front hall closet and we make a special trip to the house to hang it on the Fourth of July. Next year, if I can find one, we'll fly a flag with 31 stars which was the number of states when the house was built in 1853.
The tree felling adventure was repeated this week when several overgrown spruces came down on the porch side of the house. They were not only listing, but crowding out an oak and a tulip tree which we hope will rebranch and fill out and thrive. Now, light streams in not only through front windows, but west windows, too.
who we are
We are a couple of Upper West Siders from NYC who never set out to buy an old mansion in Connecticut. But the moment we walked through its massive front door, we were smitten. The info on this site is earnestly cobbled from a variety of sources, including the web. Please let us know if we've gotten something wrong, or if there's a story about Holleywood you'd like to share.