As far as Lowertown was concerned, well, I really was not that impressed. The neighborhood of approximately 24 square blocks is listed on the national registry of historic places and consisted of a very eclectic mixture of homes, apartment buildings and abandoned store fronts. There were pockets of well maintained lovely victorian homes and cottages, but these were outnumbered by derelict structures in need of severe attention, as well as some forlorn buildings that begged to be demolished. To call them “fixer uppers” was a real stretch. Their greatest appeal was their affordability. Rehab cost was another matter.
As usual, my wife was right, and even though I wouldn’t acknowledge it to myself, and we would return soon for a closer look, there was a place within me that had already made the decision. It doesn’t surprise me since this is the way in which I have made so many of the major decisions in my life.
We returned to Paducah two months later and found our “dream home”, hoping we could buy it before it was demolished.
803 Madison St. Our dream home!
Me and 803
Demolition order on 803
When P’s friends, who were already upset at my taking her so far away from them, saw these pictures they threatened to take out a contract on me
The back yard at 803
Interior of what would become our dining room and kitchen.
I will have more to say about Paducah, our new home, and the artists that would soon be joining us in future posts.
2 comments:
You have got me hooked on this narrative. I bet the neighborhood looks a lot better today...just a guess.
I remember when it was a beauty shop! Every PROM weekend all of the girls would walk out with the same hair style. Was so much fun to sit on the porch and see each of them walking out. I could tell some stories about the houses that most of you live in! HEEHEE!
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