Our first stop is Glessner House, the incredibly homey 1887 H.H. Richardson masterpiece. I'm partial to this one not only because I adore Richardson and the stunning abundance of Morris papers and fabrics, but also because the mortar and pointing on the house exactly match our own. Which makes restoring them correctly all the more important. Also, the house is mid-restoration, and in many of the doors were a mishmash of hinge screws, representing every possible era and appropriateness. This gives me hope for my own derelict pile, and makes me somewhat giddy.
It's been too long for me to accurately caption these, but if you have questions I'll do my best.