The property did not sell in 2012 and, in keeping with my promise, Cathy Garlock became our new realtor at the end of June 2013. On September tenth we were away in Lake Placid, in order to avoid dwelling on the fact that it was the day before Coty would have been twenty-eight, when I received a call from Cathy saying a Mr. Stephen Brown had made a serious offer for the property. For the next twenty-four hours, Kira and I considered the proposal, which was higher than the reserve we had set for the ill-fated auction. We accepted the offer, which meant that our casual approach to removing contents a little at a time suddenly had a deadline. Most of the Alson Clark artwork had already been relocated, and we had gradually removed approximately one hundred large trash bags filled with both wanted and unwanted wares over the previous five years. Now that it was apparent that the house was going to sell in 2013, we realized that the original mountain of work clearing out the contents was still a mountain of work. The channel side room between the living room and the master bedroom became a convenient spot to store almost anything no one knew what to do with otherwise. It was fondly referred to as the “antique room.” Paint cans with little or no paint remaining found a temporary parking place on a cheap set of metal shelves that should have been dropped off at the Thrift Store when the decision was made to bring them to the island instead. Old lamps that had been replaced or no longer worked were tucked in between chairs and small tables that were too dilapidated for further service. I pondered how the room got its name while my eyes scanned the conglomeration of junk. “Ah yes, there is the likely reason,” I said to myself as I focused... ... middle of paper ... ...ed through boxes stuffed with thousands of photos, letters, and other scraps of history. I rued the reality of living in a mansion. I questioned how one room and two walk-in closets could possibly hold that many possessions? It took several days before I accepted the fact that visual and mental overload had taken over and I could sort no more. I collected a myriad of items I wanted to scrutinize at a more leisurely pace, and I put those items into boxes that we then transported to our shared family home on Grenadier Island. Surely I left a few treasures behind, but I’m also excited about the prospect of enjoying the curious antiquities I expect to discover. As for the treasures that we missed during the final sorting, I’m pleased to share the riches with a new steward who shows so much potential as a kindred spirit! Works Cited Boat Shoes; TILife.com, Tad Clark
Inside the house there were “piles of Tupperware and glass dishes” (19). Outside there was a shed, garden, trees, and a river. There was an office. There were “brass numbers” hanging “on the front porch” (19).
The funerary rituals introduced by the Egyptians were the most intricate, spiritual rites in their times and, perhaps, even to this day. Their elaborate customs, tombs, and gifts to the dead were representative of their pious, devoted nature. Albeit not all were as imposing as the oldest and still remaining Seven Wonder of the World, the Pyramids of Giza, all were meaningful and sacred. The Egyptians, highly reverent of their dead, adopted ornate, religious burial practices to fit to every member of their society.
During week two of this course, we discussed the visual arts “Today we often think of art as precious things on display in a museum. However, that was not always the case, and the visual arts include more than just painting and sculpture. Architecturally crafted and designed objects—articles of daily use—are may be considered art.” The entire property of the museum was a piece of visual art from the waterfront property to the RainScape garden, the unique historical artifacts and preservation of the land. During week four we learned about literature and this museum had its own library. The Captain Avery Museum’s library contains a sizeable collection of printed materials, newspaper clippings, oral histories and photographs relating to Shady Side, its surrounding communities and the Chesapeake Bay. Topics include the families, businesses, churches, buildings and history of the area; the watermen of the West River and the Chesapeake, the Avery family and the home of Salem Avery, and the history of the Shady Side Rural Heritage Society, the founding organization of the Captain Avery
While digging in the far reaches of the African outback, now know as the western part of Kenya, archaeologist Bozo excavated a site that revolutionized the thoughts of the scientific world. At this site they found many interesting artifacts and paintings that included proof of an early civilization. At this time scientists are calling this civilization “Pontu” after one of the paintings suggested that a pontoon was used for transportation across Lake Victoria, one of the adjacent lakes.
As visitors approach one of the most beautiful inns in North Carolina they will be serenaded by the rhythmic thumping of the tires as they cross each cobblestone. The inn is like a massive wall of rocks that looks to be touching the blue sky. The red tile roof looks like a red cloud sitting atop this castle of rocks. These rocks were placed over one hundred years ago and still stand in their exact spot. From the parking area you can almost imagine the horse drawn wagons that had worked so hard to pull these massive boulders up to this very spot. You can see all the hard work that had went into clearing this mountain side for the inn to begin construction in the year 1912. If you listen very close you can just hear its history calling out to you.
With each step that I took, my eyes wandered around the empty warehouses filled with abandoned furniture, the agony of the tortured restless souls rooting me to the ground
All the shiny items to the back of the room caught my eye instantly because they appeared to look rich and prestigious. On the right of the big main entrance door in front, there was a silver tree, and on the opposite side of the room on the left side of the door, there was a gold tree. Money hangs on the tree, and I thought that was an interesting feature to have. As I looked around the room, I noticed the red carpet below me, and everyone was sitting on small rectangular pillows. The main speaker told me that pillows were located in the big container next to me, so I grabbed one and sat down. The...
While hoarding ranges from mild to severe, only the worst cases make it into the news. After viewing pictures of such homes, one wonders why no one intervened to throw a few things out. Where is the logic in keeping so many things that they start to overpower you and trap you inside your home? Hoarders however, lack the ability to simply throw away a possession. The motivation behind retaining such an encumbrance of items lies in the fear of wasting and losing important information. Hoarders attach emotional meanings to each item, giving it personal and special characteristics.
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When you look around you notice that there’s hardly any furniture in the room. There’s a nightstand, two chairs, and the bed, but other than that you don’t see much else besides a few things on the nightstand...
The "Digging".. “Digging” by Seamus Heaney is the first poem in the first full volume of Heaney’s poem, “Death of a Naturalist”. The “Death of a Naturalist” is about the transition into adulthood and the loss of innocence. The poem shows how Heaney looked up to his father and grandfather, especially for their hard work. Even though Heaney did not follow in his footsteps and become a farm laborer, he respects the work they do, especially their skill at digging. This poem is a free verse poem.
Monuments are a symbol of a significant time in history. Monuments represent life, death, success, and struggle just to name a few. They have become as important to society as the events they represent. They bring history alive to new generations and memories to those who experience them firsthand. Monuments create a bridge between generations. Many parents feel a certain indescribable joyfulness when they see the look in their child’s eyes they had went they viewed the same monument.
My family had collected in the basement, a testament to tacky décor with a dash of dank-
Similarly, the furniture in the house is as sullen as the house itself. What little furniture is in the house is beaten-up; this is a symbol of the dark setting. The oak bed is the most important p...
Walking into the theatre, handing my ticket to the ticket lady, I watched as workers scurried about trying to make sure everything was perfect for the upcoming concert. Chrome edged boxes were stacked in a couple of corners with the occasional person grabbing something instrumental out of one. In the adjacent corner of the building there were Jars of Clay souvenirs. There were posters, CD's, clothing, key chains, and lots of other visually appealing items on the tables.