“Aarol Gellner is a practicing architect, long-time syndicated columnist, and regular blogger on architectural topics. For almost twenty years he has used his column and blog, Architext, to transport the discussion of architecture from its frequently hifalutin plane into the realm of every day existence.”
”Douglas Keister has authored or co-authored over three dozen books on historic architecture, and is considered one of America’s most noted photographers of historic architecture. Additionally, he’s authored a children’s book, Fernando’s Gift, four novels, as well as many books on the “painted ladies” of Victorian homes, and a series on bungalows.
The town I grew up in had a mixture of some homes built in the 1950s, some from the time where homes were grand with lawns for playing croquet, private tennis courts, although there were fewer of those, being significantly larger, older and on more property than most homes in that town. There were a few of these I was in throughout the years, but the most sought after homes there were the ones on the lake. Or one of the lakes, at least.
The house I lived in there was the second one my parents bought, two houses away from the first one, and more or less built for my parents, although not to any specifics they wanted. My Dad would convert the garage to the kitchen I grew up loving, and add on a 2-car garage on the opposite side of the house, following that he built a “sun room” which connected the garage to the house. In between “we” made furniture. I still have the table and chairs, which I “helped” him build. A few years later, he had the attic area extended and they built an impressive Master bedroom and bath, office, and a huge bedroom for my older brother upstairs. Nothing too fancy, but oversized for those years. And then my mother’s best friend (and her husband) down the street won the lottery. Really. And they moved to a community that I’d never heard of then, but many people know because a famous, or infamous, former President who moved there shortly after they did. So my mother, with no winning lottery ticket, set out to find our new family home.
Before then my mother would refer to it as a “Sunday drive”, and after then it was to look at houses, although they weren’t necessarily houses for sale, more like neighborhoods, and an idea of where she wanted to live, until she found where she wanted to be for at least the next twenty years. In that time I saw a lot of unusual, quirky homes, but none approach the ones in this book. These homes take things to another level. But we did look at some houses styled like this, but the only house that remotely resembled these houses was the house of the original owner of the estate, which later became the town we lived in. That house itself was grand, and lovely, but it was the chapel he had built on a small island just off the shore of the lake their house was on that won my heart. That chapel would have made a worthy addition in its day. And what a gesture!
We moved, although my mother was really the only one who wanted to, and selling the house my father had built a good portion of it with his own hands broke his heart.
“Fairy-Tale,” “Disneyesque” and “Hansel and Gretel” are terms that are commonly used in Storybook style homes, “a rambunctious evocation of medieval Europe." Introduced to the America in the 1920s, was near its highest point prior to the Depression, and new ones were out of the picture before the end of the 1930s. There’s a great deal of information on the history of the picturesque movement in design, where “fake castle building” became popular. As the Industrial Revolution began to take hold and transform building, there was the “Revival of Hand Craftsmanship” to counter-balance that. Art Nouveau, and so on. In other words, this is far more than a picture book, although it would make a lovely, and unusual coffee table book or guest room addition.
There are photos included from long ago publications, some photographs taken in the 1920s of movie sets with some Storybook style buildings, and some photographs that the men who came home from Europe following the war brought home with them.
While most of the more recent photographs are of the outside of these homes, there are a few of the interiors. Close-ups of details. Amazing stained-glass windows. Some rather incredible doors, including their hardware. Every detail is another layer of art. Murals on ceilings that make everything feel like you’d feel as though you were living inside a storybook in that home. Some of these homes were rescued at the last moment from destruction by a developer, and now have Historic Cultural Status as protection, or have other stories to tell.
If, like my daughter, you’ve ever fancied yourself rescued from a tower, or a turret, by a handsome young prince, or princess, then this book might have you revisiting your Disneyesque dreams and smiling. Or perhaps, you have your own reasons and fantasies and living in one of these amazing, whimsical homes, but can’t afford your own (and very few people could.) At least you can look, and dream!
Pub Date: 28 July 2017
Many thanks for the ARC provided by Schiffer Publishing Ltd / Schiffer