It talked about a house in a camp that my great grandfather built over 100 years ago that is still in the family. The house was filled with sturdy, locally sourced furniture. The Stickley factory was only 100 miles away, so that’s what he bought. When I furnished my first house, that’s what I filled it with too, but I kept buying. Some of you might recognize this behavior.
I owned the Harley–Davidson dealership in Albuquerque for 20 years. The dealer, bringing back a receipt for my deposit on what would have been my first Harley, asked, “How would you like to buy the dealership?” I drove 10 miles in the wrong direction after that before getting my bearings and correcting course. When I presented the idea to my wife she said, “I don’t want those tattooed guys drinking and passing out on our front lawn.” Somehow, the idea prevailed and slowly took hold.
HOG LOVE
Over and over again, when I asked a customer about their bike, they said that they just liked to go out to their garage with a beer or two and just look at them. Older bikes, and Harleys to this day, always had an exposed engine with careful detail and attached bits that mirrored that affection, producing volcanic rumbles that some of my more literary friends joke would draw even the reclusive Mr. Kurtz out of his cavernous “heart of darkness.”
The two in my living room are of that sort, made in England through the dedicated application of industrial art and engineering that evokes the kind of reverence usually reserved for Arts & Crafts masterpieces.
This story is from the Issue 99 Fall 2019 edition of American Bungalow Magazine.
Start your 7-day Magzter GOLD free trial to access thousands of curated premium stories, and 9,000+ magazines and newspapers.
Already a subscriber ? Sign In
This story is from the Issue 99 Fall 2019 edition of American Bungalow Magazine.
Start your 7-day Magzter GOLD free trial to access thousands of curated premium stories, and 9,000+ magazines and newspapers.
Already a subscriber? Sign In
Stickley, HARLEY-DAVIDSON, and The Road Taken
LONG-TIME READERS MIGHT remember an article about my family’s house in the Adirondacks in American Bungalow No. 58.
NATURAL WORLD, DIGITAL LENS: AT HOME WITH WILDFLOWER GRAPHICS
FROM A SMALL STUDIO in Greenwich, New York, Wildflower Graphics creates stunning botanical illustrations with little more than a pencil and a computer.
PERIOD PIECES
The Hanifan residence not only exemplifies how to expand a modest Craftsman, but is a treasure-trove of vintage and salvaged finds.
LOSE YOUR HEART
JANIS HALL LOVES OLD HOUSES.
AND A FEELING RUNS THROUGH IT
Old houses and old people, their histories and their mysteries, are inscribed deep inside their old bones.
Lose Your Heart
Janis hall loves old houses.
Stickley, Harley-Davidson, And The Road Taken
Long-time readers might remember an article about my family’s house in the Adirondacks in American Bungalow No. 58.
Period Pieces
The Hanifan residence not only exemplifies how to expand a modest Craftsman, but is a treasure-trove of vintage and salvaged finds.
Natural World, Digital Lens: At Home With Wildflower Graphics
From a small studio in Greenwich, New York, Wildflower Graphics creates stunning botanical illustrations with little more than a pencil and a computer.
And A Feeling Runs Through It
Old houses and old people, their histories and their mysteries, are inscribed deep inside their old bones.
