We’d spent months traipsing through strangers’ houses. We’d navigated enough of East Falls to count off the cozy street names by memory (some day, someone will explain to me how a true Fallser is meant to pronounce “Vaux”). In aggregate we’d probably spent entire days with our mortgage advisor. But even with a settlement date in sight — even after the appraisal was worked out — it hardly felt real.
Our closing was scheduled for Friday at 10 a.m. The night before — mindful of having only two weeks between settlement and move to do things like clean, paint and furniture shop — we found ourselves at a suburban Home Depot, standing in front of a wall of interior paint samples. In a sea of technicolor options, we were united on French Silver and Caribe. Still, as the sales associate was having the colors mixed and we were choosing paint rollers, it did not feel real.
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Eighty-two year old Marjorie Bamont pleaded no contest to 14 counts of animal cruelty Thursday, the Inquirer’s Amy Worden reports. She has to pay $7,000 to the SPCA, give up 12 of her cats and her dog to the Pennsylvania SPCA. She was able to keep two cats. She is barred from owning any more pets for 42 months.
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Realtors often use “bright” and “light-filled” as code words for “well, at least this home has windows.” In this case, the descriptors are perfect. Not only are the wide windows plentiful but skylights on the third floor stream light through the atrium to almost every other room in the home. Plus, it boasts the holy trinity of outdoor spaces which also allow for plenty of Vitamin D exposure. Read more »
So yes, as it turns out, we were going to make our decision about buying a house based on 10 minutes talking to a stranger. Considering how much we loved House 1, we just couldn’t wrap our heads around making an offer on House 2, which we also liked but had a potential downside we weren’t sure we’d ever escape.
We decided on House 1 and simultaneously vowed not to look back. We were choosing our choice! It was hard to tell what excited me more: imagining my sudden culinary genius in a dreamboat kitchen or simply not having to look at any more houses. The truth was, it didn’t matter. We traded ambiguity for calm certitude and I slept through the night for the first time in almost a week.
Making the offer and negotiating was another matter. Read more »
The very night I stood on the regional rail platform at Temple and found out we’d lost the house on which we intended to make an offer, we were actually scheduled to see another one directly across the street. In fact, we’d scheduled the showing just to be sure we weren’t missing anything else in the neighborhood before buying.
That night we tore through the house in a semi-blur. The bamboo floors seemed nice. The exposed brick was fine. In the 7 p.m. darkness, the backyard seemed good enough. We were morose. We were running late after ogling another house around the corner and could see the owners outside waiting in their car. We mostly wanted to go home and sulk. And eat dinner.
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We had seen three houses that left us cold on a marathon Sunday in January. We had also seen one that we loved and another that piqued our interest but was at the high end of our budget.
Much in the same way that the people we fall in love with rarely meet all of our initial “requirements” (says the lady who married a Red Sox fan), the home my husband and I fell in love with lacked a few of the details we originally thought were non-negotiable. The front door was practically on the street, which meant our dreamed-of front porch was out of the question. The upstairs was carpeted and instead of brick or stone, the home was finished in stucco. But we loved it because in toto, it made us happy and we felt at home. There were French doors leading to a lovely dining room and the kitchen was a wide, modern oasis compared with the tiny galley we have now. Plus, the listing price was a steal.
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It was around this time last year that 3901 Henry Avenue, Grace Kelly’s childhood home, received a historical state marker. The East Falls house was built by the Princess of Monaco’s father in the late 1920s.
One local who attended the event thought the home should “stay residential” since turning it into a museum would create funding hardships. Another voiced her hopes for the future owners to keep the house well-maintained. “I’d hate to see it change,” she had said.
Unfortunately, that kind-hearted wish has not come true. Almost to the day of the historical marker ceremony, the property is now in the news for all the wrong reasons. Yesterday, Pennsylvania SPCA Law Enforcement officers arrived at the Kelly’s former residence after a tip to their cruelty hotline. Inside, one dead cat and fourteen flea-ridden ones, in various states of health, were found.
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Grace Kelly’s childhood home, in East Falls, is teeming with flea-ridden cats.
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Here’s how it all went down according to Inky state house writer Angela Couloumboulis, who may have just made her first-ever reference to WIP in print.
- Rendell’s power went out (did he forget to pay PECO too?) so his alarm never went off so his driver couldn’t get to him in time so he was running late for an early-morning appearance on 94 WIP.
- Rendell either will not or cannot drive himself anywhere, so he called his son but “couldn’t rouse him.” C’mon, Jesse! For WIP!
- Then he called a cab, but the wait was going to be 30 minutes.
- So he hitchhiked and caught a ride with a dude who ended up calling into WIP later.
What a brotherly, brotherly city. Only one question remains: What does @FakeWIPCaller have to say?
The Trolley Car Cafe just off of Kelly Drive in East Falls has just added dinner. The BYOB is located in “The Bathey” building, a former pool house on South Ferry Road. The menu highlights include:
- Warm Baby Spinach Salad
- Zucchini Latkes
- Tilapia Tacos
- Lavender Chicken
- Lollipop Lamb Chops
Trolley Car Cafe is the sibbling of the Trolley Car Diner in Mount Airy. The Cafe also offers bike rentals and repairs.
Trolley Car Cafe Dinner Menu (PDF)
Trolley Car Cafe [Official Site]