Ayse posted over at casa decrepit recently about looking into the dropped ceilings and finding a great plaster medallion.
Too bad our ceilings are just a tight sandwich of crumbly plaster, wallpaper and asbestos tiles, and not a real ‘drop’. There’s absolutely no chance of cool original artifacts hiding up in them.
Well, the bathroom ceiling is actually dropped. But that’s probably full of mold like hers too. I’m not going to go look any time soon.
I do think I can one up her on the wiring though. Ours actually went out the bedroom wall (like, outside) to the front porch light, then in again to the outlet in the office. Yeah, that’s disconnected now…
But anyway, we were talking about things above. And while I’m sure there will be no pleasant surprises in the ceilings, there might be in the eaves.
Technically, I’m not sure if they’re called eaves. They’re quite easy to describe with a napkin sketch, but rather hard to do verbally. Since I’m fresh out of sketcking napkins on this blog, I’ll do my best.
Out house is two stories, and the roof comes down to the top of the first floor. So from the end, it looks like a triangular second story sitting on top of a square first story. However, the second story doesn’t have angled walls following the roof lines. Instead, they just made it smaller until the entire square of the room fit inside the triangle of the roof. So you have the square second story, and a triangle attic on top of it, but then you have a triangle of empty space between the wall and the roof on each side too. I’m calling those the eaves.
Some of those eaves have been made into finished closets. One of them has access to the unfinished area, where strange things like an extra door (mmmm doors), and the township meeting minutes from the 20s (gripping excerpt: cow killed by dogs. Paid witness 1 cent a mile to testify) are stored. These things make me think there *might* be neat stuff in the other eaves too.
We’d always planned to add access to the empty eaves and turn them into closets. (All! That! Space! We will be the one and only 19th century house with more than adequate closets), but winter moved that priority up a bit.
Because, y’see, one of the first things we did when we moved in was dump a bunch of insulation into the attic, because there wasn’t any, and insulation is good for heating bills, and attic insulation is the biggest bang for your buck and all that. But, it didn’t do nearly as much as we expected. Because, as we stupidly realised a year later, we were only insulating that top triangle, (which happens to be on top of the second story to begin with) not the side triangles, which are on top of the empty balloon framed walls. This causes exciting effects like a breeze of cold air that comes in around the foundation, flies straight through the walls where it picks up all the warm from the rooms, then rushes out the open attic.
Yeah, we’ll be fixing that soon.
Cross your fingers we find cool stuff!