...and the wall paper comes tumbling down

When we moved back here to faeryland six years ago, I'd mentioned to Mom that the interior needed to be repainted. "Oh, but the outside first," she said. It really did need it, too.

Don the Painter came to the rescue for the exterior and the garage. And now he is rescuing us again. The upper hallway, entryway, living room and dining room are being done this summer.
Yesterday I spent moving furniture and plants and vacuuming and washing curtains. (That is, I did this in between going to the store for Russ, driving him to the doctor, getting his prescription and all the rest for a grumpy sick husband. This morning's update on him is that even one Bactrin has 'done wonders'.) Here is about half of the hallway. The deal is that Russ wll be painting woodwork. There are also two windows to have their clothesline repaired before painting them. They have the old cord/pulley/weight system.

And now as of 10 AM, the stairwell has been scraped. Right now, Don's scraping paint elsewhere in the upper hallway. As he says, the walls will look like bandaids but the old painted wallpaper will be cleaned up by the end of the day.

As far as I can tell, the wallpaper seen here was the original wallpaper my grandmother had put on the walls. She bought this house in 1919. A little Swedish immigrant lady buying a house in 1919! She was the housewife while my grandfather worked at American Tin Plate to support the family of seven children, four born in Sweden and three here in America. Talk about living the American Dream! I have her payment book and her deed plus an earlier deed from 1898 on this property.