Crimes Against Victorians
One of the things that you can't help but noticing, even in a town with as many fine examples of Victorian architecture as Alameda has, are the travesties done to old houses in the name of either expediency or beautification. So I give you a short tour around to some of the horror stories of our neighborhood.
This is a typical story: the old wooden front porch is falling apart with rot, and you don't ever want to have to deal with it again. So you tear the porch and steep front steps down (many of these smaller Victorians are duplexes with one unit downstairs and one up) and make this fancy 1974 brick arch. That goes really well with the Victorian facade. At the same time, how about we fill in that side porch and make an addition?
Another very common crime committed against the Victorians here is stuccoing the exterior. I have some other great examples, but this one is great because a) that orange, and b) the extra-classy job painting the trim white.
Even growing a massive, ugly shrub in front of your house cannot hide the fact that the wood siding has been replaced with asbestos shingles, and the wood windows have been replaced with aluminum. As an added touch of class, the wooden steps are now concrete. Because nothing says aging gracefully like concrete stairs.
The main problem I have with the asbestos shingles a lot of people stuck on their houses in the old days is that they seem to think that not having wooden siding means not having to perform even the barest maintenance. That is how you end up with the porch roof growing mildew. Bonus: somebody stole all the trim off the house on the left.
This looks like just about innocuous midcentury apartment building. Ugly, yes (primarily because it should be white, not mauve), but not offensive. But what is that in the background?
It's a big old Victorian mansion, stuccoed over and converted into apartments! And painted to match the building next door, because naturally they should match. As a bonus, there's a crappy shed dormer stuck on in the attic, and what appears to be an apartment under the porch. And those brick stairs? They just sort of pasted them on top of the original stone stairs, so the level of the porch had to be changed (the sides and base are original).
No matter how tempting it is, a metal awning never looks right on a Victorian. I know, that Southern sun can be a real drag, but there are many other options that will make your house look less like a Weinerschnitzel.
More of the fake-stone siding. I'm not sure what offends me more about it: the sheer ugly, or the fact that it's fake. I mean, would I find a real stone wall as irritating? I'm guessing a stonemason would do a better, more authentic-looking job, but if you had the money to pay for a stonemason you could just replace the front siding already. Bonus: replacing the wooden columns and porch rails with metal, then replacing the double-hung windows with single-pane vinyl jobs has turned your cute Victorian cottage into a cheap imitation of a 1970's tract home. Congratulations.
The fancy stucco pattern. Nice paint job, too. Did they run out of paint before they got to the bottom?
There is just no reason for this fake stone wall. It looks horrible, it doesn't cover anything really large, and by the way, it looks horrible.
Here's another gorgeous old house covered in stucco. But this one has something interesting: they didn't quite finish the job.
If you look to the left of the stairs, you can see that they stopped the stucco short of completely covering the building. Why? Who knows, but this does illustrate the fact that they didn't strip off the old siding before doing this to these poor houses: they slathered that stuff over the top. Unfortunately, being buried in stucco is not so great for wood, so it's usually pretty much impossible to salvage all of it.
Multiple crimes here: the fake stone siding, painted white, an unfortunate stair paint choice (and concrete replacement stairs) and the inexplicable decision to paint part of the front patio blue, too. And they don't seem to be able to decide what trim colour to paint around the windows.
If you wanted to live in a box, maybe you should have bought a box. What a hideous addition. And the security gate around the front porch just amps up the period charm.
Sometimes, you wake up in the morning and just feel an overwhelming need to put a square hat on your house.
This storefront is completely stripped of all gingerbread, has had various types of windows patched in and torn out and replaced with something else countless times, and has basically lost all charm.
I put this house last because this one breaks my heart. Completely empty, rotting to bits. It would be so wonderful with a lot of care and attention, and the ability to buy out the Baptist church next door (this house needs a yard and barely has one, and anybody who has ever lived near a church knows what a pain in the butt they are).
Sometimes I drive around the island and try to find a house I would want more than my own. This is the only one that comes close, modulo the yard issues.
posted by ayse on 05/01/06