Lynne Pope

I admit it. I absolutely love Historic homes. Owensboro, Kentucky had one street of beautiful big historic homes. As a child I was amazed by them much as kids today are passionate about Movie stars and Rock stars. Historic Home Stars!

Travels to St. Louis Mo, or Nashville , Tenn were a special treat in my youth. Places that made me drool with unique homes.

My summers in Texas added to my lust for Historic homes. When other kids were playing sports I was begging my family to stop the car and let me look at this or that home. I would sketch the main components out on lined writing paper. My cousin Rosemary would drive me with her to towns where we could see where relatives grew up around Palmer,Texas, Ennis. We would stop for a Dr Pepper or a snow cone. Wow, those were my drug of transformation. The ice cold joy on top of touring into older homes. Homes can actually make me cry with happiness or a sting of sorrow to one torn down. Windows, doors all carry a music of a bygone era, a sweet syncopation sound that mean love and heaven on earth in historic homes.