Since late summer of 2005 we had been on the hunt for the perfect big, old house to restore in the Atlanta city limits–mainly because there are so few of those kind of homes in my hometown (which is where I really wanted to live). My mother was actually the one to first see the for sale sign at Brogdon House when she was on a Sunday drive and called me. I didn’t believe her when she said it was for sale (it had a tiny 8″ x 10″ for sale by owner sign in the front yard)–after all, it had been in the same family for 90 years.
We called Miss E. and had to play the very hard Small-Town Name Game. She had to make sure we were, in fact, from the town since my married last name is not common here–she said she refused to show it to anyone she didn’t know. Once she realized she had worked with my paternal grandfather, frequented my maternal grandparents’ store, and her niece was good friends with my mother we became “good people” in her eyes and were allowed to come her home. We made an appointment to see the house on July 3, 2007 at 6:30pm.
And it was beautiful and perfect–though in need of major work–and I knew within two minutes (maybe less) that this house was what I’d been dreaming of and was where I wanted to spend my life. But getting the house wasn’t that easy–when we went to see the home it was treated as if we were just visiting with her. No talk of the price, the structural aspects, or timeline was put on the table. The next three months were like a dance to get Brogdon House and honestly it wasn’t until after we closed on September 25th that it all sank in–my dream had come true.
Here’s to you, you lovely old house, and many years of memories to come.