Part 3: The One That Got Away

 

 Here she is in all her Historic Glory.

This Gothic Revival has been in my heart since

I first laid eyes on her.

It was built in 1856

by  Civil War Captain,

Mr. Kennon.

{Crazy, huh?!}

Another iconic family lived here as well.

The Paulks.

Doesn't ring a bell, does it?

How about Mrs. Bonnie Paulk?

No?

Okay, how about

Bonnie Plants?

Yep, it all started here

with 10 pounds of cabbage seed.

Of course, back then, this homestead was

on 209 acres. 

It now sits on a mere 3+ acres.

Still, I am in love 

with its story.

Could you imagine living in this house?

It was very serene walking through the doors.

It is a calm home. Maybe it could feel our

energy and said, "NO WAY! They have crazy kids!"

Hey, you never know! 

Come on, I'll show you around then tell you what happened...

{click on the photos to enlarge}

Entry hall

Vintage wallpaper in the entry hall

The"sitting"room (would've been our dining room)

One of the bedrooms. This one was finished and
would have been Petunia's room.

This would have been the boys room.

This would have been the master bedroom

Master bath

Kitchen

Kitchen back door with a slammin' screen! So loved that!

Formal living room with formal dining through the doorway.
Formal living would have been dining and sitting room for guests
and the other room would have been our family room.

A large concrete pad perfect for a BIG barn!

Gates to the woods. 

This is actually on the neighbors property but in view from the
kitchen window. I'm certain this once belonged to the old homestead.
I was going to ask to buy it from them. Love, LOVE.

We would have renovated this into a guest house for our B & B.

Cottage number 2. Another guest house.

Gorgeous brick patio behind the house.

The grand front porch.  The Azaleas were so beautiful!

On the front porch.

A view from the front porch. This Victorian is across the street
and is a 2nd home to the owner. 

So, we looked at it again after our first visit.

Husband loved the wooded acreage on the back side

of the property and was already planning out

the kids  tree forts, zip lines and beautiful

hidden gardens for our guests that would 

be staying at our

Bed and Breakfast

{which is what we had intentions for}.

We even got to meet our new neighbor,

Miss. Martha!

Talk, talk, talk.

Fly home.

Phone calls and email to Realtor.

Email offer.

First Yes {Bank President}.

President presents to Board

{not sure if it even got that far}.

Cash offer comes in.

We got the B.U.M.P.

Sigh.

Sigh some more.

Try and look at the bright side.

Roll eyes at the umpteenth,

"It only means something else better

will come along".

Hmm....

To Be Continued.

xo, Amber