I live in a very old farmhouse. I'm not sure how old, but I've been told it predates WWI. Since it was first constructed, the house has had two additions put on while it was owned by my great-grandparents. The downstairs is in pretty good shape, but we have terrible insulation that makes is hot in the summer and cold in the winter upstairs. This week we finally had an energy audit to figure out what we could do to make it more energy efficient.
We had go up to the attic.
The door to the attic is actually in my room, the room where I keep all of my earthly possessions while I travel the world. I have never opened the door and had no idea what could be up there, except for two Christmases ago a bat got into my room through the attic and nearly scared my cousin and me to death. So we opened the door and went up a few stairs to move the board covering the entrance to the attic. Vermiculite came raining down and we didn't stay long.
After the energy audit guy left, my mom and uncle decided they need to go up there again to see the situation. I didn't go up very far, but I snapped a few pictures. We found an old school project on milk, a suitcase, a stained glass window, and some World War 1 pants (I don't know if that's what they are but they look military-esque and have a draw string). We also found my Grandpa Jim's baby book! His mother had written entries for things like Baby's First Visitors, First Steps, First Baptism, and First Pair of Shoes.
I think we're going to have to put on a new roof soon to fix the insulation problems. And hopefully cover up all the vermiculite before anyone gets cancer.
We had go up to the attic.
The door to the attic is actually in my room, the room where I keep all of my earthly possessions while I travel the world. I have never opened the door and had no idea what could be up there, except for two Christmases ago a bat got into my room through the attic and nearly scared my cousin and me to death. So we opened the door and went up a few stairs to move the board covering the entrance to the attic. Vermiculite came raining down and we didn't stay long.
After the energy audit guy left, my mom and uncle decided they need to go up there again to see the situation. I didn't go up very far, but I snapped a few pictures. We found an old school project on milk, a suitcase, a stained glass window, and some World War 1 pants (I don't know if that's what they are but they look military-esque and have a draw string). We also found my Grandpa Jim's baby book! His mother had written entries for things like Baby's First Visitors, First Steps, First Baptism, and First Pair of Shoes.
I think we're going to have to put on a new roof soon to fix the insulation problems. And hopefully cover up all the vermiculite before anyone gets cancer.
Grandpa Jim reading his baby book
2 comments:
this is so neat. i like the picture of your grandpa. :)
My growing-up-house has one of those style attics... ours is full of crazy amounts of things, including most of my childhood (American Girl series etc) books. Many fun things, but I also don't go up there. I often "delegated" those attic errands I was given, growing up. Grin.
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