The weather has been pretty wacky here lately, but luckily the weather was warm enough to take the rascals (who are suffering from a cold, poor babies) out for a stroll today. And what luck it was. Instead of returning home on our usual route, we took a detour and almost missed the treasure.
Hidden by 6 foot tall shrubs peeked the roof of a gorgeous white house. I leaped to get a better look, but all I saw was a quick glance of the second floor. I lifted Alfalfa, he got a better look, and he was awe struck.
Suddenly a handyman came out from the gate (which was completely covered as well so no hope in peeking through there), he smiled at us and said, “You know, that house is alive.”
Huh? Is he gonna freak us out with some crazy haunted house story?
“Is that so?” is all I managed to say as I was hoping with all my might he wouldn’t say anything about ghosts or spirits.
“Oh yeah! You can’t remodel Victorian homes, just restore them. They’re alive!”
Okay he’s cool.
“They certainly are. Is that what your doing now? Restoring?”
“Yup! Oh that house is simply gorgeous!”
Thanks for rubbing in the fact that I can only see the roof top buddy!
So he then shares that a 96 year old woman lives there and her bedroom is the exact bedroom she was born in! How cool is that?! Unfortunately she recently suffered a bad fall and she trying to recover. My heart strings were tugged and I asked if she’s lonely and would like some company every once in a while, however he assured me that her very large Italian family takes very good care of her.
So I’m on a mission. Well two actually. One, I must have a better look at that house (you know when you tell your rascals that they can’t do something then it compels them to do just that? Yeah, it’s like that.) And two, I would LOVE to interview this legend and find out all I can about her life. I’m gonna work on that and get back to you on my progress.
To find out more about this house and its history visit the City of Fullerton.