Pookie's Place, Part 1

Saturday I spent some time over on the island touring Eligible Bachelor Mathews Mark's great-grandfather's place, shown here. That's him walking around the side of the house. He was probably saying something very important but my focus was on the house.

One thing I'd like to convey before I forget is this house never had bathrooms. Ms. Pookie later stated, "No septic," when talking about the current owner's deliberations over whether to renovate it. Mathews Mark couldn't recall where the outhouse used to be, but the water pump is still standing out back.

Since this was such a rare opportunity, I declared this a mandatory field trip for Chesapeake Bay Daughter. To Teenaged Chesapeake Bay Son, knowing full well mandatory would not go over well, I said "Your sister and I are going to tour a historic home and visit with a local legend. If you want to come, fine, you'll enjoy it. If not, fine too." He stewed on this for a while, and of his own volition he opted to come along.

Chesapeake Bay Daughter was christened the scribe and given a pen and tablet to take copious notes. Wait until you read those notes later in the week, they're priceless.

Before venturing indoors, we spent some time outside admiring the various outbuildings.

This one behind the house was exceedingly photogenic, and I neglected to ask Mathews Mark what it was used for. Or maybe he told me when I didn't have my listening ears on and before CB Daughter began taking notes. Or maybe he was waiting out front wondering why I was dillydallying in the back yard.

Here are the many faces of the outbuilding which caused me to dillydally:







Mathews Mark or Mathews Mountain Man, please let us know what specifically this building was used for. Based on the proximity to the main house, my guess is it was the original kitchen.

Tomorrow we'll tour the remaining outside structures that came as such a surprise I almost fainted. After that, we'll use the key below to venture indoors for a glimpse at a house that is built as solidly as the pyramids in Egypt.

After we explore the inside, we'll take a stroll down the road to Ms. Pookie's house, where the stories abound and where Chesapeake Bay Daughter's transcription skills will prove invaluable.

They don't make 'em like this anymore.