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Old Floral Park Road Home from rear 1980 cc
The rear view of the house in 1980. I loved the proportions and clean lines of it. The plan was typical for a simple southern Maryland farm house: two rooms on each floor flanking a generous center stair hall and a front porch that ran the full length of the house. Inside the stairs remained minus the railing, but the curlique wood decoration at each step end was intact. There was one interior door left with recessed panels and nice moldings. At the front exterior, under the protection of the collasped porch roof, were the original louvered wood shutters on the first floor windows with their green paint, dull but unblemished.
The front of the house, which faced another small valley, was inaccessible for photographing due to the over growth of trees and underbush since it's abandonment. Though, even then, you could clearly see in the old front yard lilacs, yuccas and iris. There were the rutted vestiages of a circular drive that then sloped down into the woods and looped over to a creek crossing at the bottom of the valley and then climbed the side of a hill to the main road.
I only returned to this house once more, somehow talking my mother into joining me. But when we broke out of the woods and turned to follow the old trail to the house, there was no gable peaking through the trees. When we reached the site, only ash, a few charred timbers and twisted panels of the metal roof remained. But in the ashes I was able to retrieve several old square spikes used in its construction. Such a shame.
Old Floral Park Road Home from rear 1980 cc
The rear view of the house in 1980. I loved the proportions and clean lines of it. The plan was typical for a simple southern Maryland farm house: two rooms on each floor flanking a generous center stair hall and a front porch that ran the full length of the house. Inside the stairs remained minus the railing, but the curlique wood decoration at each step end was intact. There was one interior door left with recessed panels and nice moldings. At the front exterior, under the protection of the collasped porch roof, were the original louvered wood shutters on the first floor windows with their green paint, dull but unblemished.
The front of the house, which faced another small valley, was inaccessible for photographing due to the over growth of trees and underbush since it's abandonment. Though, even then, you could clearly see in the old front yard lilacs, yuccas and iris. There were the rutted vestiages of a circular drive that then sloped down into the woods and looped over to a creek crossing at the bottom of the valley and then climbed the side of a hill to the main road.
I only returned to this house once more, somehow talking my mother into joining me. But when we broke out of the woods and turned to follow the old trail to the house, there was no gable peaking through the trees. When we reached the site, only ash, a few charred timbers and twisted panels of the metal roof remained. But in the ashes I was able to retrieve several old square spikes used in its construction. Such a shame.