The Devil Queen

How my wife and I sold our souls to the Queen Anne Victorian we tried to save.

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Location: Crow Mountain, Arkansas, United States

Synopsis: This is a cautionary tale. A seriously disturbed couple find the charming, old ruin of a Queen Anne Victorian in Russellville, Arkansas, and buy it for $1.00. They tore the roof off, cut it in half, and had it moved to some land they owned sixteen miles away because they didn't know any better. Since then, they have hired and fired contractors, had all of their tools stolen, re-wired, re-plumbed, insulated, and essentially rebuilt the entire house. Their only problem is that after four years it still isn't finished. Now they are tired, broke, and wonder what in the hell it is they've done to themselves. And, it's haunted.
(Last updated on April 3, 2008)

Press: Russellville Courier Article - December 2003, HGTV website article, AP story - October 2006, and Victorian Homes Magazine - February 2008 (link coming soon).
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Wednesday, January 17, 2007

"When they came for me . . . "

I try to limit my posts to house related topics, but this makes me mad and scares me more than a little. And, since this is a houseblog, there is a tenuous link. I'd like to thank the folks over at Renovation Rants for their post on this:

"A last-minute addition to a federal spending bill at the end of the last U.S. Congress now makes civilians eligible for military courts-martial."

I just don't see why this is necessary or how they can think this is a good idea. I'll spare you my bile, but here is a quote from Thomas Jefferson and a poem by Martin Niemoeller. They should make my views on the matter reasonably clear.

"A government afraid of its citizens is a Democracy. Citizens afraid of government is tyranny!"

- Thomas Jefferson

Pastor Martin Niemöller (1892–1984)

Als die Nazis die Kommunisten holten,
habe ich geschwiegen;
ich war ja kein Kommunist.

Als sie die Sozialdemokraten einsperrten,
habe ich geschwiegen;
ich war ja kein Sozialdemokrat.

Als sie die Gewerkschafter holten,
habe ich nicht protestiert;
ich war ja kein Gewerkschafter.

Als sie mich holten,
gab es keinen mehr, der protestieren


When the Nazis came for the communists,
I remained silent;
I was not a communist.

When they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent;
I was not a social democrat.

When they came for the trade unionists,
I did not speak out;
I was not a trade unionist.

When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out.


Anonymous Brenda from Flatbush said...

When I was a kid, my father told me that in the Army you could have been court-martialed for not wearing the right kind of hiking socks. Or maybe it was not making your bed tight enough to bounce a quarter off it. Anyway, I figured this applied to everybody and lived in dread of sock- or bed-related offenses that would lead to court martial; whatever it was, it sounded bad. Now it appears my fears may come true!
But seriously, folks...I am reminded of that line in "I, Claudius": "Let all the poisons that are lurking in the mud--hatch out!"
P.S. The bathroom rocks. Although I understand the nonofficial use of orange, a Homeland Security code color, may constitute a court-martial-worthy offense.

9:09 AM  
Blogger John said...

Thanks Brenda. I'm rather pleased with how the bath has turned out. Compared to our efforts at our first house (really, really bad), this is a master piece.

5:57 AM  

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