I was organizing some old family photographs the other day when I discovered something curious. While drifting back in time, I became conscious of a repeating image lurking behind the smiling faces of my tiny Mother and tinier aunts and uncles. There, in nearly every photograph, stood my architectural heritage. Silent and strong, the humble bungalow graced the backdrop of every generation of our family over the past century. It’s no accident then that I’m crazy about beautiful old houses. You might say I’m under a spell of sorts.
Enter the bungalow. Humble, yet poised, the bungalow debuted on the American architectural scene at the end of the industrial revolution at a time when Americans were falling out of love with fussy Victorians. Which is fitting given the straightforward nature of my immigrant ancestors. This new style of house enjoyed immense popularity through the late 1930’s as an affordable dwelling for families of modest means. For about $1000, the flowing floor plan paired with tasteful artistic appointments meant the typical American household could enjoy an attractive modern home of sturdy construction.
The Arts & Crafts movement came slightly later, and quickly married style to the solid structural elements fundamental to bungalow design. With a low profile and prominent horizontal accents, the bungalow sports one to one and a half stories beneath a low-pitched hip roof that spreads comfortably into a wide overhang. Beautifully exposed rafter tails, beams and brackets beneath gables, and square columns; the bungalow bestows a sense of welcome congeniality.
As tiny as a portico or as wide as the house, the front porch defies pretense by opening directly into the living room. Some regard the front porch as the true hallmark of this breed. It was certainly intended as an extension of outdoor living. And that’s exactly how I remember it. The wide, ascending brickwork alongside the front steps of my Grandmother’s house provided a miniature stage for our childhood performances. We performed flips and aerials off the edge while Grandma pieced together puzzles at her outdoor table. Neighbors wandered over after dinner to share iced tea and gossip on the front porch as we played one last game of tag in the front yard before the evening light disappeared.
The warm glow of golden oak floors and generously proportioned millwork brings quality and light to this 5-7-room abode. And somehow the modest size has never felt crowded to me. With one bedroom on the main floor, our parents and grandparents enjoyed a measure of privacy. While upstairs in our slanted bedrooms, we whispered and giggled undisturbed far into the wee hours of morning.
Spellbound, I live and love in my own bungalow thousands of miles away from those imprinted in my childhood memories. So far away, and yet these familiar bones I call home let me know at the end of each day that I am exactly where I belong.
Our heritage and history is such an important part of our lives--the impact is what made us who we are today. Love you photos.
I love this post. LOVE the pics, especially the one of mom. :)
Like all of Jennifer's writing, her childrens book is amazing!
Stephanie... thanks for reminding me that Zoe needs to get her mystery solved. I mean, who IS John Higgins anyway??
Isn't Mom just adorable??!!
YES!!! I totally agree that winter is a time for the creative juices to flow. I wouldn't know from experience but it makes sense.
I can picture you at your typewriter with a cup of hot cocoa and warm fuzzy slippers just typing away... I love it!!! Yay, can't wait for more Zoe!!!
Mom is ADORABLE!!
Thank you for putting into words what I have always felt. I am totally drawn to the covered porches and the solidness of the bungalows. I think that is why I am so drawn to the Niagara Falls. Ontario area, as well as the family ties. I love the drive from the Buffalo airport because of the old homes.
Cute kids!
Lorna Hill
Lorna... aka Mom :) I love that drive from Buffalo for the very same reason. And as you know, virtually all our photos include one house or another from the same stock. Next trip to Ontario, let's rent a car and explore Buffalo before we cross back over.
Yes, those kids certainly are cute! It's YOU!!!!!
Thanks mysterious admirer... Something tells me you are not a stranger since it took you a bit of digging to get here. But I'm glad you did and I appreciate the encouragement. Next time, leave a fruit basket or something, will ya? :)
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