100 Chambers Street

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100 Chambers Street Jasper, GA

This is where my love all of things vintage started.

100 Chambers Street.

Sure, it’s not a grand antebellum house or a cute and welcoming cottage but it was the house and home that my great grandfather, Luther Cartwright, designed, built, and furnished between 1914 and 1918.

This is the house where three generations of Cartwrights lived and two more generations came to visit.

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The Formal Den

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It was a place where time stood still.

Where old furnishings and decor never changed.

Where love and acceptance were freely given.

It was a place where each Sunday the family gathered around a linen covered dining room table eating fried chicken, green beans, potato salad, along with so many other dishes that make up a true southern meal.  Not to mention it was a place where a ton of fond memories were made.

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The Formal Dining Room

 

It was a place of lazy days and idle chat with Papa Bill rocking on the wide front porch while all of the grandkids piled onto the swing close by.

A place where the large maple trees out front were perfect for climbing.

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My Mom and Aunt’s Old Dolls

It was a place where there was always a sense of serenity and comfort, hugs and laughter.

A place that always gave me a feeling of coming home whether I was a child coming for those weekly Sunday dinners or a college kid dropping in to say hi.

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Pocket Doors Leading into the Formal Dining Room

It’s the place where I still go in my mind when I get tired of the fast-paced rat race we now live.

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The Front Den

So, when I come across a vintage egg beater, enamelware pans, old radios, or refrigerator bowls it brings me back to 100 Chambers Street.

To the things that were parts of my grandparent’s every day lives.

To simpler times.

To fond memories.

To times I want to cherish and share with my own young boys.

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