My first post on our hometown was about its history and contained several photos of significant or interesting structures. But as I was walking through town taking pictures, I was also very struck by some of the details in and around these buildings. Come along for a look-see.
Not, curiously, at the intersection of the two main streets of town, but on the corner of State and Court (across from the old home that is now a Starbucks).
These two details are from that home. The stairway was added years later, I’m sure, and then enclosed long after that. The cellar doors make me think of The Wizard of Oz.
These just kind of say “Fall.”
This beehive bake oven is attached to the old kitchen of the Court Inn. It’s been restored.
The side of the home next to the Court Inn (I believe this is) shows how local fieldstone was dressed up with a brick façade.
The little structure for which this is the roof sits in the yard of the Bird-in-Hand House. Not sure what it was supposed to be: wood doesn’t seem like a good idea for a smokehouse. Love the shingling, though.
Several homes have levels below the street with neat little stairways and wrought-iron rails.
Sometimes, though, the stairs go up.
What knockers!
We were surprised to find this gaslight in a passageway between two homes.
This lamp in front of the Free Library (which recently celebrated its 250th anniversary) might have had gaslight in the past. Now it has a compact fluorescent bulb.
Another of the benches lining State Street, this one decorated with red chili plants (slightly less visible because the idiot photographer didn’t realize his shadow was in the way).
Next to the boro chamber is a memorial to the town’s veterans, which is framed by a crescent-shaped brick wall topped by stone decorated with the symbols of each of the nation’s wars from the Revolution to Vietnam. This one, for the Grand Army of the Republic, represents the Civil War.
I don’t know why this pattern of stones delights me so, but it does. It is underneath the porch of one of the eighteenth-century homes on State Street.
We have some nice iron fencing, the first in front of a church and the second before a home.

In case you want to tie your horse up.
Some of the streets in the older parts of town have brick sidewalks, some of which have fared better over the years than others.
Hope you enjoyed the tour!
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Love the shot of the wrought iron fence with the leaves and the stone bricks.
I did enjoy the detail ... it allowed me to imagine ... imagine who might have hitched their horse to that post; why the two houses were built so close to the gaslight; what it might be like to live in a house with a level below the street; the families that live in those houses; how nice it would be to sit on that verandah in the wicker chairs; ... well I imagined a lot of things!
But I didn't imagine how nice it was to take this stroll with you. It was wonderful! Thank you!
I love architectural photography, and I love these details about your town, Pilrim. Especially the fences and the brick paths. It's good to know your town is well endowed with Knockers.
(tee hee!)
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It is possible that the wooden roof structure at "Bird in Hand" is the top of an ice house. It surely resembles the one at Monticello. They would have dug a hole maybe 6 feet deep at most, maybe lined the dirt with clay, and brought ice from mountaintops, stored there under straw.
We humans aren't always so terrible, are we?
Scarlett: Only his shadow. Thanks for liking that picture.
Kate: The two houses were built close. The gaslight came a century later.
Shiral: I'm sure your horses will get along famously. Thanks for liking!
S'bug: If only I could take photos as good as yours!
diana: Ha! Well, glad to give you something you could see up close. You might be right about that being an ice house--thanks!
Helvetica: No, I don't think so.
greenie: Well, you know, I took these earlier in the month. Our neighbor put Christmas on the lawn last weekend (though another still has fall stuff out).
Pro: I crouched down to look for it, but my eyes were too lousy to tell and then couldn't get up again. . . . .