The house is a Gothic Revival style cottage (fitting it stands across from a Gothic style church) that was built in 1846. The most I can glean of its history is that a shoemaker, James F. Bursiel, lived there for several years in the 1860s before moving to Lewiston, Maine sometime around 1880. It also served as a youth runaway shelter sometime in the late 20th century.
I'm often amused by the house's charming facade in the stark shadow of its new, bulbous and domestic-gilded backside. Air conditioning systems, security cameras and bright lights protrude from the cheery, yellow, Venetian siding like blisters eluding to the gravity of the house's new purpose and the current state of the lives that it now holds inside.
Imagine a single mom with two kids, just laid off, evicted, newly divorced and her ex-husband is leaving eerie death threats on her voicemail. FIT approves her and the kids for temporary housing and they pull up in front of the old Gothic Revival on a sunny, summer afternoon. The molding hanging from the eves tantalizes the children's eyes and the porch invites a quiet evening of reading and peace of mind, a temporary reprieve from her rotten luck. Once an aging piece of under-utilized state property, the house now looks like a sliver salvation in the right eyes.
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This is the place they were building next door? It's god damn huge.
Yeah, from the backside, it's a bit of a monstrosity.
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