I love to quill gifts for my relatives and this is another of those projects. My childhood home quilling depicts the home I grew up in and the one that my mother still calls home. The house itself is over 200 years old. It’s considered historic and is one of a handful of houses from that era that still remain in my home town.
I always loved the house from the start. It has an antique, hand-made dutch over which takes up about a 1/3 of the kitchen space. Seeing the old brickwork is simply amazing. I used to think it was just a chimney until my step-father showed me the doors – which opened my eyes. Inside is a dome-shaped baking oven. The oven is no longer in use, but as a child we had an old-fashioned Ol’ Kineo stove attached to one of the vents. We did use that for years and I never realized how unique that fact was in this modern age.
The basement is hand-dug and at least the kitchen portion sits directly on top of hand-hewn granite blocks. It was always a luscious sensual experience going down there. The damp creating a unique scent that I loved. Wondering if a snake or mouse or frog would frighten me.
The original house had horse-hair plaster, though most of this was remove during an 80’s renovation. I still remembering tearing out the walls and finding ancient newspapers and snake skins.
So this is my mom’s house. I added some embellishments like additional landscaping. But the basic shape and style are true. I had a great time creating this architectural quilling. Check out the Bunker Hill Church quilling here. It’s another part of my childhood turned into art subject.