FOR SALE: 1900 Gilded Age Mansion 

This house has been dearly loved. ❤❤❤

I am stunned at the profound beauty of this house. And... I'd love to see the closets and third floor and basement. The innovations of the era fascinate me! Funny about the laundry chute in the renovations. Did they start throwing clean laundry down it? ;-)

@@tortiesrule7432 I don't think they used closets. The basements and top floors were usually quite plan.

Lucky you, Pete. I was raised in a tiny box in the burbs, also from 1950s to 1970. Both parents worked. Chores were minimal and unchallenging, school regemented and unsympathetic beyond jr. high. I amused myself by walking into town. Too many opportunities to get into trouble, which one didn't have to look for. It found you.

@@dhamiltonsherman1381 Yeah, wouldn't have wanted what you had. As things progressed I didn't want them too. Gran's farm sold in '72, nothing the same after that. Thanksgiving, Christmas, kids everywhere cause she had 11(?) kids. Nobody wanted to leave. That place was paradise, stuck in time. Wasn't allowed to use indoor bathroom if the weather was nice....outhouse, with last year or two Sears catalog for your "cleanup" needs.

I was born 40 years ago, so what? What importance can happen, if everyone under each video talks about how many years ago they were born??? I bored so much & it's so annoying, to read about dozens of years of birth.

@@user-yp6kn2uw4k But.,.here you are!

True, but, who would visit?

Me!

Hear, hear!!!❤

@@donquihote6023 i would, but im only 4 hours away that may be why

@@AmishHitman73.Archive Sorry, I wad having a bad day and my disdain for the ungrateful of today got out. 😖

Is that price for real? It wouldn't last long on the market here in New England. There are far smaller houses cramped in with others for that price. No yard, no sitting outside space. I would have space in this house for my music room, I'm a concert violinist, and my paint studio. I paint Acrylic modern and abstract canvases........and rocks to leave on hiking trails. My two cats would love hiding in this house, then pouncing on each other. What a game. Good show.

Yes, but....Arkansas

1.35 mill as of April 2024

It’s in Arkansas that pretty much tells it all. No thanks

Not really considering the majrotiy of it is sunk....

She believes what she is talking about and I feel the passion about it. Two thumbs up!

Sincerely hope whoever buys the beautiful piece of well preserved part of history, loves and appreciates the master build that went into this house. To appreciate when and why it was built. Otherwise, well, I fear for it. I like the comment about the historical preservation of it becoming a "Walk through museum", that would ensure it's safety for generations to come.

SO TRUE!!! You can tell this house was very much cared for!

I agree. I wouldn't change a single thing.

All you need is 6 furniture stores worth of furniture and decorations and you're all set!

It can be yours for $1.6 million!

….yet. Just wait until someone with zero taste and lots of money bedazzles it. Gets tired of it and sells it a few years later.

The craftsmen and the amazing woods are not here today.

Not everyone got a home like this even back then. These homes were for the super rich. It works the same way today.

That sun room really stood out to me as well, beautiful!

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: A Sears house , a few miles east of Roscoe Texas .

I noticed a big Methodist Church next door and a Episcopal church a block down, pretty neighborhood

@@califdad4 yes! I was a paid singer at the episcopal church :) the Methodist church has changed hands in terms of congregations, if I correct? I only lived in LR for about two years, but I do know both churches were very open and loving to all the people of LR. A major source of pride for downtown

@@catherinedurbin9298 I'm Episcopalian, I know some large churches have paid choirs and usually the Episcopal church pays their organist very well. Just curious, was the church you sang at " high church"

@@califdad4 yes, it was! Im a classically trained vocalist - so basically I have a few degrees in music that specialized in voice, from undergraduate to graduate and then those all specialize in opera/classical. So churches like to hire those voice types. Episcopal churches tend to seem high church compared to other Protestant denominations but two of the four episcopal churches I’ve worked for were especially NOT high church. Rather casual; no incense; the peace was rather long; but the rite (or formula for the service) was from the episcopal book of common prayer (which I believe is almost completely shared with aged Methodist and older Presbyterian churches). I’m nerdy, a musician, and a liberal Christian, so feel free to ask any questions!

I thought the kitchen was beautiful!

Keep at it! We need every old home restored as much as possible because so many are being lost.

It is a labour of love, I am certain! I grew up in a beautiful three story Victorian home in central Illinois, and at the time we moved in, it was just over 100 years old. The house was set much higher than the street, requiring two flights of concrete stairs, then a third flight leading up to a large front porch . It made the house appear much bigger and taller than it was. I was told the house once sat much nearer to level ground, but they had to modernize the streets and that eas how they made it all fit. From the porch, one would enter through the front door, which was actually two doors, as we had an air lock that my mother called a vestibule. The vestibule was original, with a beveled glass front door, a leaded glass transom, a mosaic floor with the little square tiles, and there was a fancy cast iron radiator fit with a custom tin cover for drying and warming gloves. The second door opened to oak floors, archways, columns, pocket doors, and high ceilings. The front stairway was solid oak with two landings, which were both situated on the outer wall that jutted out in a bow fashion just for that staircase. Three stairs down from the main floor, underneath the stairs was a tiny powder room . A brass pole extended up from the toilet, through the ceiling of the powder room and extended through the first landing and was capped off near the ceiling. The toilet flushed by the gravity of the water in the pipe inside the brass pole. On the other side of the stairs was a small den with built in bookshelves from floor to ceiling. There was also a half height radiator that ran the length of the room, tucked under the lowest shelf, so the books never got moldy. The formal living room had a huge picture window, and four large windows at the base of a turret that ran up all three stories, ending with a six sided little room with six windows and not quite enough headroom for me to stand comfortably. The roof over the turret came to a point with a proper finial on the top. My only regret is that it was not fitted with a copper rooster weather vane. All of our front facing windows had leaded glass above. I suppose the topmost turret room should have been octagonal, however, the two additional faces were where the little tower room opened up into the largest bedroom that took up the entire third floor. In the far end of the living room, there was a gorgeous fireplace flanked by two floor to ceiling built in book shelves. The hearth was the original mosaic tile, the mantle was hand carved oak, the mirror on the overmantle original silver on beveled glass, and the original cast iron fireplace cover was perfectly preserved like it had just been cast and seasoned. It reminded me of the old vaults in a mausoleum, or like a crematoreum, when I was about six or seven. The frame, that this very heavy domed cover fit into like a glove, included a cast iron facade that was somewhere in between a grate and a grill. The floor of the firebox was a grate that let hot ash fall through when the embers burned down small enough, and the heat from these embers would flow through the little slits in the cast iron and warm the tiled floor. Once completely cooled, or not...one could work a large lever from side to side, and a paddle would sweep the ashed to the rear of the chimney, where there was a brick chute to deliver it into the basement where a mess of ashes and charred bits of wood didn't matter at all. There were also two similar chutes on the outside of the brick foundation, both closed off by much smaller cast iron square doors, and these led into two rooms in the basement with dirt floors where coal was once stored. These rooms allowed coal to be delivered without anyone needing to enter the basement or the house at all. Our furnace, which was actually a coal boiler that had been retrofitted to burn natural gas, still had that heavy door about the size of a big scoop shovel, that could be swung open to shovel the coal into and onto the burner. The living room was separated from a formal dining room by two huge pocket doors. Inside the dining room was a built in china cabinet that sat above a buffet and large, roomy drawers for storing silver serving dishes. At the rear of the buffet was a small window with a little door that slid up to allow the courses of a meal to be placed on the buffet without any servants being seen(not that we had any). The other side of the window was in a large pantry, again, with built in cupboards from floor to ceiling and a low counter top in between. The laundry chute also opened into the pantry, where linens could be sent down for laundering. The kitchen sat on the other side of the pantry, and another stairway ran from the kitchen to the back of the second floor. This stairway was narrow, steep, and so cold in the winter that we used it as an additional cooler for the holidays. I remember the way we stored so many cakes, pies, and cold drinks on the bottom six or so steps. We had such good times in that house. There were five bedrooms and two full baths on the second floor, and each room had built in cabinets or shelves, big closets, and so many windows for natural light. The bedroom at the very back of the house was the smallest, but it also had a screened in porch balcony that overlooked the rear yard and a carriage house. Every room had cast iron radiators, and a tin shelf fitted over the top. In the dryest part of the winter cold, we would place big bowls of water on the shelves to add moisture to the air...next to, of course, our cats. They would curl up in round tins, like little kitty muffins baking in an oven. My parents bought that home in 1976, and we lived there until 1991. They raised five children there, myself being the fourth born. I was five the summer we moved in, and our youngest sister was brand new. It is important that I balance my tale of grandeur by also disclosing that we were not wealthy by any monetary means. The house cost my parents $20, 000, and it needed a ton of work when they bought it. They put about $60k into it over the years, starting with having the house insulated because it was not at all. That boiler would crank as hot as it possibly could, yet on the coldest mornings I could see my breath in my bedroom. Thank God for good old fashioned wool blankets, down comforters and cotton linens! Oh! And I almost forgot the one thing that inspired me to comment in the first place: when we moved in all of the oak woodwork, the pocket doors, the columns, that beautiful mantlepiece...all painted over in layer upon layer of gunky white paint, the kind that must have been rather glossy at some point, but that someone(s) had lathered on thick without properly stirring first. In the hot, humid summers that paint felt as if it never quite fully cured. So the finish was uneven, and it filled in the finer details of the hand carved wood. The highest traffic areas seemed to collect handprints and newspaper ink residue, lol. I suppose I could find a little gratitude that it wasn't salmon pink or one from the fashionable 70s color palette...like a lovely shade of mustard or avocado. My mother spent the first ten years with an impressive array of dental picks and tiny spatulas, a square can of paint stripper, and hours upon days of elbow grease and blood, sweat, and tears so very carefully removing all that awful gunk. All by herself, while we were at school, my mother slowly restored the gorgeous finish of that natural oak. By the time we were ready to move on, my parents could have made a mint selling it, as it had been added to the historic district's official registrar. However, they decided not to think of themselves. They very carefully selected a buyer that did not intend to displace the residents of our block, or chop it up into apartments, like so many other big, beautiful homes near us. They ended up choosing a young couple that loved the house and all of its quirks and beautiful charms, and my parents let them rent to own it. They did not take advantage of the situation, and applied the full rent to the purchase price. They transfered the deed over after the rents added up to $25,000, and that couple still owns the house to this day. They raised their family there, too. I now live in a small, boring house built in 1962, and the most interesting feature is a robin egg blue bathtub that I lucked out by not having the toilet to match. Thank God the previous owners replaced it with a nice, shiny white model. We have a white tub sitting in our laundry room just waiting for the right day to be swapped out for the blue, which is now slightly green from the sixty years of rust stains that no longer buff out. The 60s may not be my favorite era for architecture, but that doesn't mean I can't show some respect for the boxyness. I have refused to let the remodel guys talk me into replacing my thick, wide slat aluminum siding, aluminum frame windows, and the vintage light post by the front walkway. Maybe if they were selling something less toxic than vinyl, and they weren't always hustlin' exagerrated storm damage as the way to pay for it(through an insurance claim I don't really feel honest about filing) . So much has changed about daily life since the time these homes were so thoughtfully built, and since dozens of master craftsmen were ready, available, and eager to build something lasting. The good news is that the sentiment of those times will return to us sooner than we might think. They always do. Good luck with your endeavor, and thank you for prompting me to revisit my memories of my wonderful childhood home. Cheers!

Just loved our homes there m . I love my old Vincent price scarey house on stormy night. It was creepy

I thought that same thing to see the guests pulling up with their finest horses and carriages ❤

@@LibbyRal it's also in Little Rock with it's very high crime rate

​@@YeshuaKingMessiah not a factory, it's a large United Methodist Church , but it is on the edge of the neighborhood

Price might be lower due to upgrades that might be needed that we can’t see such as plumbing and electrical and other things.

@@katiek1856 Agreed. The roof looks like it may need fixing as a start.

1.35 mill right now April 2024

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A great idea and probably will be snatched up soon for just a such a thing! I'd pay for a stay as well!

It would be a gorgeous B&B

During the 90s, and into mid 2000s the owners ran a B&B, as well as catering events such as weddings, rehearsal dinners, Xmas parties, etc. I’ve been in the home dozens of times and spent a few nights. (Only once alone. Once was enough.😮) Whilst I’ve always been in awe of the architecture, I realize now how much I did not know about the home. Great video.

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Maybe u can get a few dollars from Bill Clinton or Hillary They are from around there! Lol

YES! We must preserve them because pictures just do not do this justice!!!

Do you live in Detroit?

It needs to be Band B again or a wedding venue. I would hate for the house to be turned into office space.

> @victorialewis5799 You have been most fortunate to have lived in luxury while growing up, as well as what you describe now as residing in a home of "fine antiques." I venture to say that most folks are not blessed with such surroundings during their childhood, and then again as an adult. Your story brings to mind the profound lyrics of the composition written by Billie Holliday and Arthur Herzog called "God Bless The Child." Here's an excerpt from it: "Them that's got shall get, them that's not shall lose; So the bible said and it still is news; Mama may have and Papa may have; But God bless the child that's got his own."

Thank you! I laughed at the shower curtain also. Maybe a child’s room??

You made me skip through the video until I found the fish shower curtain. Funny. Despite my comment complaining about its location, this is such an exquisite home and it does my artist's heart good how much of the original features were preserved

19:31 For anyone who needs to find the fish shower curtain again. 🤭

Me Too!,

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Thank you for the wonderful compliment!

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