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Swampland Video: Historic Homes Part 2: Grice Fearing House, 1798
For our second house in this four-part video blog series celebrating National Historic Preservation Month, Swampland visited with Georgene and Vidal Falcon, owners of the Grice Fearing Bed and Breakfast Inn, a house originally erected in 1798.
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Swampland People: Carethia Brown
Ever since I began profiling people I meet for Swampland I’ve had my eye out for Carethia Brown, only I didn’t know her name until today.
Many people around Elizabeth City have seen Carethia and her eternal smile. And many of you have run afoul of her while parking illegally, or perhaps too long in one spot.
Carethia is the Elizabeth City Parking Enforcement Officer who frequents the waterfront parking areas and can be seen morning and afternoon crossing children at Sheep Harney Elementary School.
“It’s not about writing tickets,” Carethia says of her job. “It’s all about the people.”
Carethia Brown is hands down one of the friendliest people I’ve ever seen. For the three years I have been here, in Elizabeth City, Carethia has never once failed to wave at me, offer up a smile and a hello.
“I love people and I love being friendly,” says the Lexington, N.C. native.
Carethia has been on the job for 14 years, as long as she’s lived in the area. She and her husband moved here to be close to his job in Virginia. When he retired, however, they had the option of moving back to Lexington, but Carethia says she wanted to stay.
“I wanted to stay because I like it here,” she says, smiling large.
Carethia can also be seen at Mariner’s Wharf keeping tabs on the boats that come in and out as they travel the Intercoastal Waterway. Another aspect of her job that she loves because, she emphasizes, she just loves people.
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Washington Post covers River City, Daily Advance
Daily Advance political reporter Bob Montgomery had company yesterday (Tuesday) when he was covering the elections. Washington Post reporter Krissah Williams hung around and eventually blogged about the big primary election from our little ole point of view. http://blog.washingtonpost.com/the-trail/2008/05/06/afamiliardemographicstoryi.html
Krissah, I have one beef, though. We’re not a small town. We’re a micropolitan. Come on, haven’t you folks up in D.C. been keeping up with the trends?
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The Nicotine Diaries: Part 3, Stress Relief?
Smokers will tell you things like: “Hell, I need a cigarette.” The key word is need. This statement is usually preceeded by a stressful moment and somehow the notion that a cigarette can relieve stress has crept into the mind of the smoker.
When I first began smoking, as a teen, I can’t say that I understood stress they way I do now, as an adult. I can’t say that I recall actually feeling the need for a cigarette because life was beating me down or I had a particularly cruel day. No, in fact as a teenager all I was really doing by smoking was absentmindedly developing a habit that would turn into an addiction.
As an adult, and very recently, I have found myself on numerous occasions feeling out of sorts and stressed and running to have a cigarette, relishing the rush of calming nicotine that ran through my body, from head to toe, sending me into a few moments of euphoria before it wore off and I was convinced that I could join the world anew, stress free and without reservations. As I determined I would not smoke, I found myself fearful that the general anxiety that seemed to overcome me would overwhelm me and I wouldn’t have my crutch to lean on, smoking that cigarette to relive my angst.
It was a myth, I am convinced now. The funny thing about smoking and not smoking is that I am certain that I have been less stressed about things since not smoking than I was when I was smoking. I haven’t had those moments when I thought I would lose my mind so I’d best have a smoke. Why? Well, I suspect that the real sensation I was feeling was my body’s need to be fed nicotine and tar and once it received its dose, the body just thanked me by calming down and taking a sort of sigh of relief.
Now, I still get stressed and there are times that I think about smoking, but my desire to not smoke is currently greater than my desire to smoke. And those moments that are stressful, well, they’re just not so stressful that I have to go pay $4 for a pack of smokes and a whole lot of regret. I suppose you could say that I don’t have to smoke no matter what today.
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Swampland Video: Historic Homes Part 1: Charles Harney House, 1853
May is National Historic Preservation Month. Here in Swampland, we’re dripping in history, especially in Elizabeth City where we have several historic districts. This month Swampland will feature four videos of four different homes, highlighting one room in each home. Please go to our photo/video tab to see the first installment, the Charles-Harney House. Our second installment, the Grice-Fearing House, can be found above.
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The Nicotine Diaries: Part 2, The Cool Factor
The idea that smoking cigarettes is cool comes from, perhaps, film. There are a lot of arguments to made here and convincingly, the history of cigarettes and film as a partnership is well known.
In Hollywood’s golden era stars were encouraged to smoke because it gave them something to do with their hands while they acted a scene. Icons like Humphrey Bogart — he died of lung cancer in his 50s — made smoking look as though it was a natural, almost necessary act. Betty Davis famously blew smoke in her films, creating a sultry, vixon-like image with her cigarettes.
Yet Kirk Douglas famously talks about his first and last cigarette while filming a scene for the picture “The Strange Loves of Martha Ivers.” Douglas reports that he was encouraged to smoke in the scene and when he attempted, he ran to vomit.
Looking back on my experience as a teenager, lighting up that first cigarette, contemplating just why I lit up in the first place, I suppose peer pressure combined with a desire to look cool played into what would become a delusional belief that a cigarette could indeed contribute to one’s cool factor.
In recent years, months and days leading up to that day one week ago when I put them down, I would look around and see people smoking. I would see men and women with cigarettes dangling from their mouths or pinched between their fingers and think it looked awkward, silly and perhaps stupid. Then I would turn and look at the cigarette in my hand and become, at once, self conscious about the whole, awkward holding it, looking for a way to smoke it without looking as silly as the others I had just observed — no luck there.
As I don’t smoke one day at a time, I find myself desiring a cigarette at various moments, for various reasons. One reason might be stress but another, oddly enough, is that I find myself, for just a moment, missing that extension of myself that, in an odd way, kept me company.
But looking cool, well, that’s just not something cigarettes could ever do for me, I’m convinced.
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Swampland People: Jenny Eaton
Meet Jenny Eaton …
Jenny Eaton is a lady I run into now and again, especially if I’m stopping over at Port Discover. Jenny is the manager of the facility, a hands-on science center for kids, in case you didn’t know.
I met Jenny a few years ago when I came to work at The Daily Advance. She’s the wife of former crime beat reporter Chris Whipple. But since Chris left for greener pastures, I happen upon Jenny when I’m taking the kids to the center or just walking by the Main Street storefront. And that’s really what this whole Swampland People thing is about, the people I happen to meet.
I love running into Jenny because she’s great to talk with and have rambling conversations about whatever happens to be on my mind — I confess I am the rambler here. She’s a theater professional from Southern California and I grew up in Los Angeles, son to two actors who tried to make a living on the So. Cal. Stage.
Jenny, who performed once upon a time, made a living working as a stage manager for regional theater companies. Since moving to North Carolina, though, she’s been a dedicated mom to three boys and now is the smiling face at Port Discover.
Like a lot of folks, Jenny decided to volunteer her time at Port Discover early on, only she had the chance to make it a full time job.
“Working here let’s me be part of something that helps the area grow,” says Jenny. “We’re serving a really good population here.”
Jenny says she loves the kids she works with at Port Discover and has learned to know most of them by name.
“It’s fun. It’s really fun,” she says of Port Discover.
Jenny also says working there has allowed her to get to know a lot of people she otherwise might not have met. It’s a perk to a job she says she really loves.
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The Nicotine Diaries: Part 1
So what was the attraction in the first place?
That’s what I’m curious about, so I decided to start this little series within my blog called “The Nicotine Diaries.” This is just a chance for me to muse about why I started smoking in the first place. And the best way for this to work is for people to interact and share their stories, as well.
So like I was saying, why did I start in the first place? Well, the first time I lit a cigarette I was 13 and it was in an effort, or in hopes, of impressing a girl who smoked.
I was in summer school during junior high school. It was held at the high school and there was a smoking area outside. During our breaks I watched as she - I can’t even remember her name all these years later - would stand out there and smoke with her friends. I remember staring through the glass, wanting to be out there with her. She would stare back and smile and wave.
My mother smoked back then so I stole several cigarettes from her and one afternoon, when I was alone, I hid in the garage trying to smoke. With matches in hand, I lit one after another, never quite making it, never really knowing how to puff on a cigarette. All I could do was think that if I could do this, I could spend those 10 minutes with her.
My mother’s boyfriend pulled up into the drive and I quickly stashed everything before I was caught. I gave up on it then, but would return to it later, standing in the parking lot of my high school, bumming a cigarette from my friend, Steve Thomas.
“You’ll regret it,” I recall him saying to me. And, yeah, I suppose all these years later I regret having picked up that cigarette.
I don’t recall why, at that moment, I did it. It just seemed like a good idea. My friends smoked, family members smoked and all I could do at that moment was, well, not think and suddenly I was on my way to smoking full time.
It seems trite, really, but I think it all came down to peer pressure.
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My secret revealed
OK, maybe it’s not the best secret, but I quite smoking. I’m on day 5 and I have wanted to confess this openly because if I fall off the wagon and light up, well, what would you think then? Thing is, I’ve read one should tell people because then one is less likely to continue smoking if one starts up again. Humiliation goes a long way. I really do have a desire to be a non-smoker so I decided that, yes, today I’m a non-smoker. I am doing it cold turkey because I would much rather purge my system than add something else like more nicotine. I’m a little fuzzy headed and at times I feel as though I’m going to go insane, yet I also feel a sense of freedom. Cigarettes and nicotine are a sort of bondage and this is long over due. I’m not looking for congratulations here, by the way. Frankly, I would rather not hear any of that and that’s partly why I haven’t wanted to openly confess this. Rather, I would like to address the question I’ve often pondered, why did I start in the first place? The short answer is still, I really don’t know for certain. I can tell you that when I was 15, standing in the high school parking lot — we were allowed to smoke at school back then — Steve Thomas pulled out a pack of smokes, I bummed one and that was that. He warned me not to do it, but I didn’t listen. Now, more than 20 years later I’m writing about quitting. It’s about time, I suppose. Today I am not smoking. Tomorrow? Well, I’ll let you know then.
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Albemarle Region’s Top Military Mom of the Year …
Well, I just received a call from Mary Cherry, proud mom of Sarah Hess who was in the top five nationally for Military Mother of the Year. She didn’t make the top spot, Mary told me, but making top five out of 400 entries sure is something, Sarah. So, being the math whiz I have never claimed to be, I figure that if Sarah made top five nationally, she automatically becomes the Albemarle Region’s Top Military Mom of the Year. Congratulations to Sarah because parenting is no small feat and, really, you’re doing it with one arm tied behind your back while serving as a member of the Coast Guard, so be proud of yourself Sarah, I know for a fact there are a bunch of folks around Swampland who are proud of you.
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It’s Monday … Yeah, and that means what?
Here, like anywhere, I run into people and I say, “So, how’s it going?” They usually reply by explaining to me that it’s Monday, and, well, you know, Monday doesn’t work out well because it’s just that, it’s Monday and Mondays are like that because, well, they’re Mondays; you know? The meandering sentence you just read is actually very intentional because that’s how it’s explained. Now the Monday meandering has a relation at the other end of the week known as Friday. So I see the same people and I ask them how the day is and they tell me that it’s Friday and it gets better after Friday. And that seems like it only leaves two days a week that might actually be enjoyable. While I get tired of work like anyone, I like my work and I wonder why enough of us aren’t doing the work we like. Why are we so anxious for the weekend and why is Monday the worst day of the week? And is there really one day a week set aside to be the worst day of the week? At any rate, meandering comments and run-on sentences are welcome just don’t tell me that you couldn’t find the time because, well, you know, it’s Monday and Mondays are like that; you know?
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Swampland People: Lesley Davis
Meet Lesley Davis …
Posting these profiles each week now, I find myself meeting people and becoming increasingly interested in who they are. I also find myself thinking hard about who I want to blog about and with that, right in front of me, I found a friend I’ve known for about a year now, 25-year-old Lesley Davis.
The reason I want you to know Lesley is because she has a terrific spirit. Since my wife Robin began Project Grow, a community garden project, there have been few people as dedicated to giving volunteer hours like Lesley.
I asked Lesley why she is volunteering and why she is so willing to put up so much of her free time to get this community garden project off the ground.
“Because I figure it will feed people somewhere down the line,” she said.
And she likes it, she added. She likes getting out there and helping people.
“And I’m learning stuff, too,” she said. “I’ve never really planted anything before this.”
So she’s learning about gardening and growing things and, she reemphasized, she “just knows that it’s helping people.”
Lesley Davis grew up in Elizabeth City. She graduated from Northeastern High School in 2000 and she currently works as a cook at Montero’s Restaurant, feeding people.
I suppose if I were to hand out the volunteer of the month award I would have to give it to Lesley. She seems to always be on call, and happy to do it.
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Top Mom: Sarah Hess makes top 5
If you haven’t met Sarah Hess or her daughter Savanah, here they are …
Some of you may recall that Sarah was entered into the Military Mother of the Year contest by her mother, Mary Cherry. The contest required the nominating party to write a 500 word essay.
A panel of judges then sifted through over 400 entries to narrow it down to 20. Well, Sarah, who is a member of the Coast Guard, made the top 20 list. Now she’s on the top 5 list and that’s thanks to votes.
Yes, you folks out in Swampland have made it possible for Sarah to make it to the top 5 by going to www.cinchouse.com, looking for the quick links box on the right of the Web page and clicking on “Military Motherhood Award,” where you cast your votes for Sarah.
Now the decision is down to a panel of judges. Sarah will be interviewed via telephone this week and the decision will be made toward the end of the week. Congratulations to Sarah.
Oh, and in the spirit of fair disclosure I suppose I should add that one of my boys has a crush on Savanah, but that in no way skews my vote … ya think?
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Rock Band!
Check out our latest video blog about the Rock Band video game and tourney.
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Local church launches volunteer blitz
Berea Baptist Church, will be participating in Operation Inasmuch on Saturday, going out into the Elizabeth City/Pasquotank County area to do volunteer work. Operation Inasmuch is a one day, statewide mission blitz.
Berea is offering many free services for the community to take advantage of that day. Some are car safety checks such as proper tire pressure, oil levels, water levels, fluid levels, and so forth, by local mechanics. There will also be child safety seat inspections by local fire department personnel from 9 a.m. to noon. Free health screenings such as cholesterol checks, blood pressure, and blood glucose levels will also be conducted by health professionals from 9:30 to 11:30 a.m., at the church on Hwy. 17 north.
Other projects include: • Building a handicap ramp; • Distributing items to the Wesley Hospitality House, Hope Line, Crisis Pregnancy Center, Albemarle Food Bank, and Rescue Squad; • Neighborhood Bible Study for children; • Building community garden containers at Albemarle Food Bank; • Nursing Home visitation; • Making “walker bags” for nursing home patients; • Distributing to meals for Meals on Wheels; • Trash pick-up on Berea Church Road; • Installing free smoke detectors in homes that need them; • Making hygiene bags for the homeless population; For people in need of one of these services, and would like more information, contact Susan Buckner at 264-2167 or 333-4131.
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Swampland People: Ed Schute
So there I was, wandering around Kenyon Bailey Garden Center, in the back looking for my friend Calvin, and I see a bin of ducks.
“Do they get along with chickens?” I asked a man standing there.
“I dunno,” he says, “Let me ask this guy.”
And over walks Ed Schute, 83, resident duck expert. I ask him the same question, he says sure and then I ask him whether the Peking (the one in the photo) is a male or female.
Ed holds the duck up to his ear and listens intently.
“This one is a drake,” he says, referring to a male duck.
Ed says he can tell whether a duck is a hen or a drake by listening to a sound they make in their throats.
“If it’s a high pitched sound it’s a hen,” he explains. “If it’s a low pitch it’s a drake.”
Ed is Kenyon Bailey’s resident duck man, I suppose. He says he was raised on a farm in Pennsylvania and grew to love ducks and chickens and still raises a few.
“I just never got out of the practice,” he says of raising farm fowl.
I enjoyed talking to Ed because I’m a chicken convert, with three at home laying eggs and taking on individual personalities so distinct that they are becoming loved pets as well; I don’t see eating Rosie, Yellow Feet or Bleep in the future.
Ed says he’s an all-around guy at the garden center and when people have a duck question he’s the go-to guy.
He came to Elizabeth City by way of Westchester, Pa., back in 1979. He married a woman from Pennsylvania whose son was finishing his time in the Marines and had married a girl from the area. So Ed and his bride came south.
Since then, Ed has remarried and he and his wife Cynthia live in a mobile home where they can’t house his ducks or variety of chickens. He says they live with a friend; he has to have those farm fowl in his life, he says.
“These are my life,” Ed says, looking fondly at the ducks.
So I found out that if I want to add a duck to our menagerie Ed is the man to talk with, the duck man, a regular guy making his way around Swampland.
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Rose Buddies are back!
Look, a lot of folks love the Rose Buddies and love all those folks who come in from ports afar to spend a day or two here, at Elizabeth City. So we thought we’d check out the first official day of the Rose Buddie season. To view the video blog go to photos and videos found on our home page. There you will see a list of videos, including Swampland Rose Buddies.
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And the heavens, they opened up …
Yes, thank God the sun is out! Seems more and more people were growing weary of the gray, misty days. Yet the wet is welcome. And to be sure more will fall. But for now, the sun shines beautifully over the Pasquotank and while many are jeering and cheering over recent political concerns - http://dailyadvanc.com - and business marches on as usual in northeast North Carolina, we can, for today, stand and face the sun, soak in its rays and feel the warmth of it pulse through every ounce of our being. Oh, and I don’t have to wear socks when it’s warm.
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Swampland People: Patsy Cartwright
Sometimes we go through the day running into this person and that and while we know them, we really don’t. Working in the Albemarle for three years now I’ve met a lot of folks and I love seeing them time and again and while they’re not what you might call typical newsmakers, they’re part of the fabric that makes up Swampland. So I thought why not blog about these people and introduce you to a few from time to time.
Patsy Cartwright is one of these folks. Patsy has worked at Todd’s Pharmacy on Poindexter St. in Elizabeth City for about four years now. I’ve enjoyed going into Todd’s to buy this or that and bantering with Patsy.
The first time I met her there was a little controversy over whether or not she really did see a seal crossing the causeway from the swamp to the river. It was a good laugh and all the ladies that work in Todd’s were enjoying the story.
I asked Patsy to tell me a little bit about herself and started with her age. “That’s not fair,” she exclaimed, smiling at me in that smile that seems to make people smile right back.
Patsy grew up in Powells Point in Currituck County. She says up until she was 18 she was a summertime beach girl. But marriage brought her to Camden then Elizabeth City and now to Hertford County over the past two months.
“For a larger home,” she quipped.
As I was talking to Patsy, regular Todd’s customers were vying for her attention, calling her by name. She’s like that; people just like talking to Patsy.
“I love my customers,” she said.
And they do seem to love her too. And so do the ladies she works with.
“We’re all like sisters,” she said.
And they are. They tease one another mercilessly from time to time. In fact I probably gained points with her when I pulled a note off her back that read, “Kick me.” The laughs from that gag by her fellow workers went on for sometime.
And laughs are good, especially in a pharmacy, I suppose. It is like a small family in there, led by owner William Owens who Patsy says she loves and is thankful to have a boss (can’t forget the brownie points, Patsy).
Patsy is the mother of three and the grandmother to nine children. She has a grandson, Paul Searles, who is serving in the Air Force in Iraq.
So what makes Patsy so popular at Todd’s?
“I’m so friendly,” she said, laughing, her co-workers giggling and laughing along.
But you know, it’s true. In three years I have yet to see Patsy be anything but friendly.
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Breast Cancer and fundraisers and you … me
In Sunday’s paper I highlighted the efforts of Anne Rixon to raise money for breast cancer research and treatment. She will walk 40 mile next month for the Avon Foundation fundraiser. Anne told me why she is doing this and you can read her story here http://www.dailyadvance.com/featr/content/features/stories/2008/04/06/0406Rixonwalkfeature.html . Later in the month and on into May you will begin to see more fundraising efforts through Relay for Life. You will likely read more stories raising awareness of these events. You see, it’s an important issue and a personal one for me. I lost my mother more than five years ago to breast cancer. It was a sudden loss because she had a tumor that couldn’t be detected and the symptoms weren’t readily evident until the cancer had made its way into the bone. The doctors agreed that a regular mammogram wouldn’t have found the tumor early on and even at the last stages of the cancer it was a difficult one to find. I won’t bore you with statistics here, you can easily find them, even in the story I linked to above. But what’s important here is that we remember that when individuals and groups get together for a cause such as this, it’s for a good reason and every little bit of help we can provide goes a long way toward finding a cure, or at the very least some form of prevention. And for those women who find themselves in need of treatment but don’t have the means to afford it, there’s help there too, and that is also listed on the story. So, read the story, and use the Internet to find out more. And I pray no one you know gets this terrible disease and you don’t have to understand firsthand what it does to a person. And if you do, or have, my heart is out to you. But thanks to women like Anne Rixon we do have hope.
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Early summer event looking for vendors
I received a call from Reta at the River City Community Development Corporation, a local non-profit, who said they’re looking for vendors for their upcoming Juneteenth celebration. The CDC, as they’re known locally, puts on this event each year and anyone who wants to have a booth should call Rita at 331-2925.
“Juneteenth, also known as Freedom Day or Emancipation Day, is an annual holiday or holiday observance in 26 states of the United States. Celebrated on June 19, it commemorates the announcement of the abolition of slavery in Texas. The holiday originated in Galveston, Texas; for more than a century, the state of Texas was the primary home of Juneteenth celebrations. However, one small community in Arkansas (Wilmar) boasts that its celebration, called “June Dinner” has been consistently observed and celebrated, except for one year, since approximately 1870. Since 1980, Juneteenth has been an official state holiday in Texas. It is considered a “partial staffing holiday” meaning that state offices do not close but some employees will be using a floating holiday to take the day off.[1] Twelve other states list it as an official holiday, including Arkansas, New York, Massachusetts, Connecticut, and Alaska . In California, Governor Schwarzenegger proclaimed June 19th “Juneteenth” on June 19, 2005. [2] [3] However, some of these states, such as Connecticut, do not consider it a legal holiday and do not close government offices in observance of the occasion.[4] Its informal observance has spread to some other states, with a few celebrations even taking place in other countries.[5] [3] As of February 2008, 26 states have recognized Juneteenth as either a state holiday or state holiday observance; these include Texas, Oklahoma, Florida, Delaware, Idaho, Alaska, Iowa, California, Wyoming, Missouri, Connecticut, Illinois, Louisiana, New Jersey, New York, Colorado, Arkansas, Oregon, Kentucky, Michigan, New Mexico, Virginia, Washington, Tennessee, Massachusetts, and North Carolina, as well as the District of Columbia.” — Source: Wikipedia.
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Posted 03/21/2008 ET Barack says we need to have a conversation about race in America.
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Robert: What a great job you did on the filming. One clarification: The Faux fireplace was done by our good friend from Portsmouth, without her help it would not of been possible. Thanks again for filming “Our Old House”.
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Congratulations, you did it!! All those hours of planning, renovating and decorating have paid off based upon what I saw in this video. I hope you are both proud. Relax and enjoy the summer!!
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I have heard that you had a European artisan, living in Portsmouth, faux paint your fireplace. She must be a nice person considering she did it for FREE and wouldn’t do that for just anyone.
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