I have a big "barn" that will ultimately look like an 1880's RR depot when finished. It is stuffed full of magic like this. From old cars and trucks to windows, doors and door knobs, to the most minute of hardware ... it is all that discarded or neglected stuff of yesterday that caused me to stop and marvel as a child.
While the rest of the world stims out on a new KIA or Beemer, or a new set of Costco chinese lawn furniture, I am equally enthralled by the steam-bent ash folding chair from 1910. Just this last week I discovered I can now buy exact copy reproduction tires for my Schwinn Stingray that I tore up the 1960's streets with. It may look funny, but I have been riding it all week !
This past Friday I was able to purchase a trashed Victorian era screen door that still had the Victorian era turnbuckle on it. I have been aglow with jollies over that for days now. It was immediately installed on the door I built that has now developed the screen door curse of dragging (self-destruction). You know, the one with the purple glass knobs and embossed cast iron spring hinges. The one next to the glass mailbox and old pull chain/brass door bell with all the old spoked pulleys. Now my screen door works like new ! It looks even better !
As a kid I was drawn to old weathered wood, rusting metal, and that smell of creosote, dust, hot sun on the yellow grass. Someone's ancient rail system was utter heaven to behold. It just speaks so much of a better time when 15mph Model T's and big barns stuffed with cool old treasures were all one could ever ask for in life.
This little home RR (and ranch) looks like heaven to me.