before we bought the house - the room that showed us there was hope |
Of the existing fireplaces (two are missing altogether), this is the only one that had been plugged up. We'd been curious to know if it had decorative firebacks like our others, but we feared we'd open it up to find a gaping maw of soot and collapsed bricks.
The homasote panels or whatever they were put up a surprising fight...
But we won as usual, in the process liberating the Indian Chief.
Must be a member of the Sphinx tribe (you can see he lost his nose) |
Everything else was just clean up really, a few bricks, several pounds of soot, some good slates and lots of newspapers...
patent cures... |
1914, some of the oldest we've found in the house, suggesting that this fireplace was closed up surprisingly early - before the house had even been split up.
The back piece reads Bissell & co., a local Pittsburg (without the H), foundry and fireplace manufacturer.
Bissell & co. not particularly legible |
As for the grate, well, I knew that was there all along. Mr. Kelly and I have a very similar sense of aesthetics, griffins, sparrows, flowers and gargoyles.
here there be dragons... |
No satyrs in the house though, so I had to bring those in on my own.
All that's left to do is to finish cleaning up the fuzzy overspray from when they tried to insulate the homasote panel and the fireplace, too bad it only occurred to me after the fact that it's probably asbestos.
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