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Why I like old buildings

November 20, 2014

Though my earliest memories are of a house of relatively modern vintage, that was simply where I lived.  The real world was all about old buildings:

  • the wooden two-room schoolhouse for first and second grades that seemed straight out of a Norman Rockwell illustration complete with giant slide (well, it seems giant in memory), seesaws and self-propelled merry-go-round (try finding any of those on a playground these days)
  • the 1879 lighthouse on a rock where my classmate lived
  • the cheerful little seaside commercial strip (circa 1880s – 1920s)
  • York schoolhouse 1971or the revered but well-used historic area full of 18th century buildings, including the intriguingly creepy mannikins portraying colonial education in the one room schoolhouse (at right, postcard from 1971), and the tavern where costumed Colonial Dames (or something like them) served us cinnamon toast and tea in front of a roaring fire.

What is it that I find so appealing about old buildings?



Old buildings have nooks.  There is some cozy animal instinct in us that likes the protection that nooks provide.  I went to a coffee shop situated in a restored 1873 building recently and the only occupied seats were the ones in the nooks.  As soon as someone left a nook, someone else would take up position in the nook.  Old buildings tend toward nooks.

UPDATE: I am back at this same coffee shop in this lovely old building (boasting the first mansard roof built in this city) and can confirm that people still gravitate toward the nooks. All the nooks are full. J’adore le nook.

Victory Building_nooks


While new buildings are redolent with off-gassing carpets and mdf that give off a certain “new house smell” (or, more unfortunately, Chinese wallboard with its own special aroma), I equate old houses with the scent of privet, cinnamon, or mystery – you read that right — the smell of mystery:  notes of musty mixed with a hint of dusty all of which conjure notions of great treasures hidden in the attic or fire the imagination with conjectured conversations from long ago.  (Touring a house built in 1722 that features original finishes, hardware, etc throughout, I began to wonder if it would be possible to find fingerprints from the original Quaker tenants.)

stairway Furness_Fisher Fine Artslooking up_Furness_Fisher Fine Artsfinial stair rail_Fisher Fine Arts_FurnessFurness stair_Fisher Fine Arts-1ELEVATING

Old buildings have grand public spaces that inspire me.  Before elevators and fire codes came along, architects designed grandiose stairways, spaces that made the mundane effort of getting from one place to another into an experience of art and soaring height.  Visit the central stair at the Metropolitan Museum in New York or the main building of the New York City Library (watch the wedding scene in the “Sex & the City Movie” if you can’t go there in person) and you’ll feel that sense of progression as procession.  Those are “statement” stairs.  But even the most common building had spacious, wide, often decorated stairs.  The big, square brick building I attended for sixth grade had wide wooden stairs and I still remember the movement, the sound, the light, the railings.  Going from one level to another had an awareness that walking today’s firestairs lack.  The University of Pennsylvania campus has some wonderful stairs; during grad school I kept my fingers crossed for class assignments in certain buildings and I’d actually avoid the elevator to use the stair every time.  I enjoyed the satisfying clomp, clomp of progress up or down and the social interaction with those going the opposite direction.

Mcillhenny mansion_Upsal StreetMYSTERIOUS

Old buildings have ghosts.  Especially at this Halloweenish time of year, when the wind whistles through ill-fitting storm windows and the radiators grumble awake with strange creaks in the night, our houses seem to come alive.  I relish a good ghost story from an old house.  My friend gives me goosebumps with the tale of a dream about a doorway that wasn’t there and a little girl looking for her doll; over breakfast she was told about the covered-over door on the landing and historical tale of a girl who lived and died in the house long ago.  There’s the country house tale of the ghost who was fed up listening to the weekend guests goof with the player piano; the next morning all the piano rolls were thrown around the room.  Of course, new houses get their share of ghosts too; just rent “Poltergeist” (and when buying real estate, check maps for old burial grounds….)


Old houses fire the imagination.  Modern panic rooms have nothing on secret passageways and hidden rooms.  (A friend of mine is fortunate enough to spend holidays at the family “camp” in the Adirondacks where amused guests never tire of salacious speculation as to why one of the secret passageways ends at the master bath.)   Even unexplained building features pose a puzzle.  For several years I’ve been trying to get to the bottom of the mystery of redware saucer/pots embedded in the cellar floors of certain 18th century houses in Southern New Jersey – one per cellar.   In their day, their use was probably so commonplace that there’s no written documentation of what they were for – and now we stand over them staring down at our feet listing possibilities – candle holder?  Cockroach trap?   Mouse trap?  Why fixed and not removable?


Strawbridge & Clothier detail (Photo: Sabra Smith)


The décor of old buildings conveys care.  The really old buildings provide witness to the skill of an individual who learned a trade:  metalwork, carving, working with glass or paint.  The detail evident in later buildings tell me about the exuberance of new industry and the thrill of finding what factories were capable of – mass-produced, yes, but the design has an eagerness to please – cupids, swans, arrows, filigree.   look out the train window at the railing at the newly remodeled commuter station and it is simply utilitarian.


Old buildings are wise.  They can teach us some things about being “green” — like using front porches, window awnings, and cross-ventilation for cool breezes that passed for “energy efficiency” then instead of the modern default to an Energy Star HVAC unit recommended by the power company.

So tell me, why do you like old buildings?

4 Comments leave one →
  1. brie permalink
    June 12, 2011 1:49 pm

    I like old buildings just because I like how they are much more real and not ‘fake’, ‘plastic’, or ‘modernized’. If I have a choice, I want to have an old Dutch-Javanese house (I am Indonesian and the Dutch used to colonized Indonesia).. I don’t know, it just feels so nostalgic, spooky, mysteriously beautiful.. Hope I can buy one old Dutch house once I graduated from university 🙂

  2. April 2, 2014 12:46 pm

    Oh my, you’ve perfectly described all my reasons for loving old architecture. The craftsmanship, the utter charm, the hints of mystery. I served my jury duty recently at Philadelphia’s City Hall on the 6th Floor…and you can bet I used the staircase every time! I’m a photographer and when I travel, guess what I photograph? Architectural detail. As our home will attest, it makes fantastic art! I’m so glad to have found your blog. I’ll visit often. All the best, E.

    • April 2, 2014 12:54 pm

      I also used to use the stairs whenever I’d visit the Historical Commission in City Hall. Welcome to the Time Machine, E!
      The northwest stair at Philadelphia City Hall

  3. L Lugo permalink
    August 25, 2014 4:32 pm

    Love history, old houses and old books. I landed on your sight looking for family history on the Fitzwaters. Thomas is my 8th great grandfather, but I have one stumbling block. Jane Robinson is Joel Robinson and Margaret Denton’s daughter. She married my 4th great grandfather, David Woner in Garrard County, KY, but her name appears as Jane Goodnight. I believe she had a previous marriage to Mr Goodnight, my mystery man. Any insight?

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