Ok, so I promised pics of the house I grew up in.…THE IVANHOE. Named after that old book I found by Sir Walter Scott. But first, a little background (or you can just skip down to the pics if you don’t care).
It is a 250 year old plantation home in Virginia. It was huge. And when we bought it, it needed a reDONculous amount of work done to it. People would say it was haunted, but it wasn’t. My parents decided in 93 to move from Atlanta, GA subdivision (new home) to the Ivanhoe. I call it their mid-life crises.…but whatever. I hated the house at first and called it a “disgusting old crooked farm house”. (yeah, I was an easy child…can you tell?)
As an adult, I now have very fond memories of the home.…and come to find out, all that knowledge of fixing up and painting and renovating has come in handy over the years! As you now know, renovation and bringing old things to life is what I love doing MOST now! Who’d a thunk it?! So, THANK YOU mom and dad for the opportunity to grow up in a home like this! It was a very fun house that always had a revolving door of people visiting or living with us (because of all the space). My parents were very welcoming and used the home to its full advantage.
My parents moved out of the home when we all left for college because it was too big to keep up (the worker bees had all left them:) Here is what it looked like towards the end of our 10 year stay at THE IVANHOE…
Back of the house (which we actually called the “true front” because back in the day, this was the main entrance). Talk about a LOT of grass to mow. NOT COOL as a teenager. Ha!
This is as you are driving into the property.…there were a lot miscellaneous barns/sheds/buildings on the 21 acres of land and even a small grave yard. Crazy.
The right side of the house…
OH, and did I mention there was NO central heating/cooling? There were 2 wood stoves which was our main source of heat and eventually we put in some baseboard heating. But as for the summer, it was just stinkin hot.
And the left side of the house…random basket ball hoop in the grass…
And, the horses were always happy at the Ivanhoe. Here they are in the snow (random picture).
Wish I had some of the interior, but I couldn’t get my hands on any when I visited my parents last. Sorry. Ok, so those of you who don’t know me, now know how I grew up. It was great and so are my parents.
Enjoy your beautiful week.
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