Property Description

Folks these days like to toss around the word “luxury” like it don’t cost nothin’. “Luxury vinyl,” they say—as if a concoction brewed up in some faraway factory could hold a candle to honest wood. Well, I say thbbft to that nonsense. What we’ve got here is the real article: old-growth, tight-grained Southern pine, cut and milled back when craftsmanship meant something and trees had the decency to grow slow and strong. You’d pay a king’s ransom to lay hands on wood like this today—if you could find it at all. And it’s everywhere underfoot (save the kitchen and baths, where practicality gets its due). Floors, baseboards a full nine inches tall, door casings five inches stout, wainscoting rising up a proper six feet—all hand-milled, mind you. Even the stairway boasts a newel post so substantial it the size of a tree. If you’ve a mind to, we can crawl under the house and admire the rough-cut bones of the place—lumber from the 1800s that’s still holding court like it owns the century. This wood is older than your grandmother—and, if we’re being candid, it’s aged a sight better. There’s wavy glass in the windows, history in the walls, and more peculiar charms than I’ve got room to list in one sitting. We’ll have plenty to discuss when you come see it, because a place like this don’t reveal itself all at once. The original home has been standing proud for 136 years, though the official records try to pin a later date on it—likely from an addition that came along afterward. But don’t you fret: the important workings have all been brought into the present day. Plumbing, electricity, heating and cooling, kitchen, baths—all modernized. There’s even a brand-new bathroom downstairs, for good measure. It’s the best sort of arrangement: old soul, new conveniences. The house sits high on a hill, surveying 2.7 acres like it’s lord of the land, with a view stretching down to Lake Mirror. You even own a piece of that lake yourself, which is more than most folks can claim. There’s room enough for chickens, gardens, or whatever enterprise suits your fancy—and a grand porch fit for sipping tea while you contemplate your domain. Out back stands an old carriage house, just waiting for someone with vision and a little gumption to bring it back to life. All told, this place has more personality than a traveling circus—and I mean that in the best possible way. And here’s the part that might surprise you most: for all its charm, history, and uncommon character, it’s a downright remarkable deal.