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, April 02, 2008

A Penny for Your Thoughts or Things Fall Apart

"The Second Coming" by William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

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3 Comments:

Anonymous Iworktohard said...

Hi there from someone also from Russellville. i didn't know there were any queen Anne Victorians on Crow mountain. But then I'm sure there is a lot more to the mountain that i haven't seen :).

9:43 PM  
Blogger Allison1888 said...

It's a great endeavor. Don't give up!

7:19 PM  
Blogger John said...

worktohard,

While I may be wrong, I think we are probably the only one and we moved the house from Russellville to make it so. And, since the gingerbread trim was in horrible condition (dry rot), we've had to pull off all the fancy Queen Anne stuff until we can afford to replace it. So, it doesn't look too Queen Anne at the moment.

Allison,

Thanks! Don't worry, I'm not smart enough to quit while I'm ahead.

10:22 AM  

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