Historic Old Eagle School


Old Eagle School is located less than two miles from Brick House 319. It’s considered one of the most interesting historical landmarks in Pennsylvania.


A German immigrant bought 150 acres in 1765 and set aside a lot for a church and school.

The stone school was built in 1788. It’s situated on a hillside in Strafford near the Strafford Train Station on the main line of the Pennsylvania Railroad.


Children paid 3 cents per day to attend school or $2 per quarter. They provided their own goose-quilled pens.

Ink was made with bruised nut gall or rusty nails in water.


A fireplace supplied heat and candles supplied light.



A rock wall is behind the schoolhouse with an entrance to a small burial ground with graves of many early settlers and Revolutionary soldiers.


The soldiers died during the Valley Forge encampment of 1777-1778.

The historic school is open on Sunday afternoons between Memorial Day and Labor Day.

Part 2: I Think I Discovered Another Hoarder House!

For Part 1, click here.

I walked to the end of the neighbor’s driveway and said, “Excuse me, can I ask you a question about the house next store?”

He said, “An elderly lady lives there, I never see her, I don’t know anything about her, and it’s been reported.”

I said, “Reported, what does that mean?” He replied, “It’s been reported to the township.” I said, “Really!” I then said, “What happens when a house is reported?” He replied, “The taxes go up.”

I left not believing a word he said.

The next day I called the township. I asked if the property taxes go up on a house that has been reported. The response: “Absolutely not!”


I’m Intrigued! I Think I Discovered Another Hoarder House!

And coincidentally, it’s brick!!!


I stumbled upon this house that appears to be a hoarder house. It was a few weeks ago, when I was delivering flowers. I was in a town about 10 miles away from where I live. I turned on a street with brick colonial homes on small lots lining each side.

All the homes were neat as a pin, except for one shrouded behind overgrown trees and shrubs, which of course made it stand out like a sore thumb.The homeowner definitely wanted to be hidden from passersby.It immediately made me think of how Brickhouse 319 had been the day we found it over two years ago.

We have ZERO interest in ever buying another hoarder house or fixer upper. We did it once and that’s it, but as I have mentioned in a previous blog post or two, there are hoarder homes out there that people unknowingly pass by. Many people have e-mailed me asking how to find a hoarder house to buy and renovate. Just keep your eyes peeled when you’re out and about! Turn down streets and roads that you may otherwise never turn down. Explore in your car!

Out of curiosity, I parked on the street in front of the trees cloaking the house. I saw a neighbor, and since he was in his driveway, I thought it would not hurt to ask about the house that was in obvious decline.

All the trim around all the windows and front door was completely rotted. The old garage door was rolled down half way and sitting on top of what appeared to be a hoard spilling out of the one-car garage bay; the collected junk prevented the door from closing all the way.

And an old car with current registration plates was haphazardly parked with it’s long front hood pushed up against the hoarded belongings spilling out into the driveway–as if to block the eyesore with the car.

I looked up at the windows framed with rotted and peeling trim and saw old, torn sheets hanging from each one. One was pale pink with horizontal cuts in it as though someone slashed it with scissors or a knife and the other once-white-sheets were dishwater grey.

In one sweeping glance, all the neighboring middle-class homes, were well-kept and probably in the $400,000 price range.  It was just this one house that didn’t conform to the entire neighborhood of post-WWII built homes.

The one obvious, dichotomous feature on the doddering home was the brand new roof. I thought it was odd. I guess a leaky roof forced the owner into getting the roof done?

I approached the neighbor at the end of his driveway…

Stay Tuned for Part 2!


Installing Soffit on Sunday


The spacklers came over to the house yesterday and sanded for three hours.

Today, John decided to install the soffit above the master bedroom balcony.


Once again, the deadman came in handy. I stood on the balcony while John lifted the fiber cement soffit board up the ladder.

I supported one end of the board with the deadman until he shot a few nails in with the nail gun.


I can’t wait to see the remaining 4′ siding boards installed above the French doors.



John nailed the soffit on the right side first.


We’ll do the left side next.


Soon it will be closed up!


And later in the day, the soffit on the left was nailed.