My great great grandpa bought that to his daughter who wasn't obviously going to be living in the house for all eternity about 150 years ago, and my great great grandpa built it to her room then. That's the last picture before it was taken down in the 60's and my aunt tracked it down, and I bought it today. Next summer, my saint of a husband will be building it to our bedroom.
He has to be a saint, eh, you can have a perfectly new and shiny fireplace custom made for a few k. He just had to marry the bitch that hates new shit and heating half a house with electricity.
The structure is very interesting to build (pronounced bj day every day, all day, all summer long) and the way it dries up makes it a 3 month long project minimum (a long summer. Lip balm). The funny part is that the guy who tore it apart told me he had met my great grandfather once, and since the man is currently 100 years old, we actually did paperwork and a lawyer for the signing.
"You Anna, I knew your grandma. She was a horrible bitch. She wanted to buy the oven from me once and I told her no. She thought she was entitled to it where as you'll put it back together and bring your kids around it to laugh around it. You're preserving history, you're just cutting out the bitter parts"
My family sure hasn't been happy since the winter war. I'm kinda happy I don't belong, a misfit all the way.