Don't even try to find this house, you won't find it. In fact, if I know that place, it's primarily because I know the owner. From the outside, nothing seems abandoned. Despite the venerable age of the house, no clue suggest that the place is no...
The place is surprising. This old rooming house next to an old railway was, in another era, the nerve center of this small village in Eastern Townships. Abandoned for over fifty years according to some, it remained intact and time has slowly doing its work. While electricity is available on the first floor, none the modern conveniences (electricity, bathroom, etc) have been added to the two upper floors.
Many stories have been told about this house and its parties loaded of alcohols. It is even said that a woman would be dead, drowned in a heartache, left behind by a husband who has chosen a new wife.
With a forestry industry on the decline, the rooming house has become over the years the property of an old lady who filled his loneliness by accumulating all sorts of things: furniture, frames and a variety of items she bought in garage sales. Upon his death, the three-story house was crowded to the point of objects that it was impossible to move in it.
Just a few years the vast property was bought and an antique dealer has acquired its content. True goldmine of old Singer sewing machines, old tables, organ (non-functional) and other antiques sold at high prices in Montreal but affordable here, the place is now a boutique where the buyer can walks through antiques covered with dust. Personally, if I had some room at home, I would be left with some memories.
Don't even try to find this house, you won't find it. In fact, if I know that place, it's primarily because I know the owner. From the outside, nothing seems abandoned. Despite the venerable age of the house, no clue suggest that the place is no...
Closed for twenty years, the old general store do not look like a ship adrift, ready to collapse under the weight of years. I mean, not that much for a wood structure.
Known as the Peanut, the history of the store goes back over a hundred...
This is the story of a rehabilitation project who won't die. A long path of a non-profit organization that has been fighting for three years to find the funds for the renovation of a theater that is part of the cultural landscape of Montreal...
Built in 1923 by Helen Johnston, widow of William Watson Ogilvie, the mansion incorporates all the components required by the old bourgeoisie. It must be said that her husband William W. Ogilvie had made a fortune in the grain trade, and when he...