Not that I’m looking to move back to the Black Hills any time soon, but you know how one Google leads to another….
I jump from Cappie’s remarkable construction projects in the Hills to this listing for a beautiful 1896 Queen Anne-style Victorian home in Deadwood:
The porch! The views! The biking! The running! The utterly impossible snow removal!
The interior is spectacular, with wooden floors and a grand winding staircase. But whoever’s staging the house may be need a consistency check. We have Jesus in the den…
…but bedroom art guaranteed to make the better half of a good Christian couple walk right out:
It takes a special kind of blinkered marketing mind to hang a cross and a photo of a naked lady come-hithering in bed on the walls of the same house. The realtor could at least have gone for complementary statues on the nightstands, Venus de Milo on the left, Michaelangelo’s David on the right….
I’ve lived in a Nat’l Historic District for fifteen years, now. When I quit driving and moved here, because the light rail is only a block away, there were 37 Queen Anne’s just like that one. Then, Republicans got elected to City Council. There are 22 left. (The owners even get subsidies to maintain the paint and structure to original standards.) Lot’s of new million dollar townhouses, though. Grrrrr ……. I did notice in the November election that a few candidates were running on the “Save The Antique Homes” and “Save the Mid-Century Modern Homes” platform and won. Hoping this destruction of history reverses.
Cory … Mr. Baumeister’s column isn’t allowing comments. *Why are Christmas trees so fond of the past? Because the present’s beneath them!
Well, Cory, this IS in Deadwood. Some of those houses were brothels, so the arwork is not really that far off.
[Porter and friends—I think my blog’s internal clock is off: the same glitch blocking Dave’s impeachment post is also fouling the Fiona Hill post. Tech, not Russian hackers, I’m pretty sure. I’ll dig after work!]
Don. I have some photos from inside Pam’s Place aka Pam’s Purple Door. An old Deadwood brothel above the Ranger Bar, where grudz used to spend his paycheck, every Saturday night. It’s a Bed and Breakfast, now. Refurbished to look exactly as it did in the 70’s, before gambling made the town shutter such businesses.
Took a quick look at this place about 3 years ago, before it had been brought into code and otherwise cleaned up. Just FYI – there are several more available in that part of town – or at least there were then.
Skis will et you down the hill to the new indoor public pol pretty quick in the winter – probably need a rope line to get back up. I would not rely on a 4×4 to be sufficient to climb up there in winter either. Seriously – the sidewalk is essentially a couple of blocks of concrete staircase. And then – it starts to get steep.
Mr. Lansing! Indeed I have visited various establishments in that neck of the woods, and there was poker and gambling, just not in public view. Oh, for the good old days. But to correct you, sir, I did not spend my paycheck. I spent small portions of grudznick’s paycheck and larger portions of other people’s pay checks.
I would love to get in a poker game with grudznick, CIRD, Dale, Debbo, Roger, Pay, and Troy.
Cory’s worried about religious totems vs tantalizing artwork… I’m worried about the teeth in the glass on the night stand.
That is interesting staging of a house.
Piety in the front, frivolity in the back?
(There should also be a photo of the scantily clad guy who plays a villain, I think, on a tv show. Big muscled guy, scar in his eyebrow, can’t recall his name.)
Ms. Geelsdottir, are you thinking of our old friend Bill? He of the advertising contracts with Governor Noem’s state government?
Wayne, I’m not able to get the zoom to verify those dentures… but that would be a hilarious addition!
Richard, thanks for the personal-visit perspective. I can handle a few stairs, but that climb would turn many buyers away.
What would really kill me is the bike ride to the grocery store… up the hill to Lead.