|Bringing Back Holleywood||
The day Holleywood officially evolves from a project into a home. I can't say enough good things about Arnoff Moving. They arrived early, took great care in wrapping and transporting and worked beautifully with Rob's crew to situate things in the new house. One thing that didn't make it--a sofa bed I'd been saving in the barn, double shrink wrapped with dryer sheets lining the cushions. Supposedly, mice have an aversion to Bounce. But this turns out to be legend, as nests were made between cushions with the dryer sheets. Amazing what havoc such tiny creatures can wreak. I'm just glad we made discovery before sofa went on the truck.
We are grateful to millennial progeny and their friends for energy and good spirits in helping us move. Here, a brief respite between trips to Amenia.
Thanks to dear friend from high school, Ellen Mahoney, for letting us "house-sit" beautiful chairs from her great aunt. And more thanks to her for delivering them from the city and for massive help with the move.
Because our insurance company insisted on a gate, we looked around for some nice old ones. We called on Evan at Demolition Depot and he said he'd gotten some nice old wrought irons in--they had been formerly been attached to gateposts at the Charles S. Addams estate. Posts are granite, fifty inches in diameter with four-foot caps. It took two weeks to build them because one box of facing stones was short, so that Bill and his masonry team had to power wash and cut inside stones to match. Part of the artistry of Bill's work is that he made gateposts look as if they've been there since 1853.
Ron the electrician and his assistant Kyle restore bell butler in kitchen that once rang servants to all parts of the house. Alas, no butler answered the call.
Thanks to dear friends from Vermont, Bonnie and Dennis Lynch, for their interest in Holleywood, advice on restoration and gift of gorgeous scalloped table, below.
Ron Carpenter, an electrician who specializes in challenges presented by old houses, presented us with a doorbell salvaged from his firehouse in Canaan. It's brass and metal and oh so solid with a commanding ring far more satisfying than the frilly trills and melodies produced by doorbells made today. He mounted it by the original front doors.
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.