Have a cold brew at a house party that celebrates the newly renovated Hohenadel House in East Falls! This Saturday, the party will include recreated Hohenadel brews by local homebrewer Tom Coughlin, live music, and a pop-up museum with “period-appropriate furniture” and other artifacts. Further event details below.
Back in the mid-nineties, Hohenadel Brewery in East Falls was an endangered landmark that went on to be demolished in 1997. The home of the defunct brewery’s owner seemed to be heading in the same direction.
According to Philly.com, the historic mansion that once housed the Hohenadel family was in such a state of disrepair that graffiti artists, squatters, and a whole other slew of blight connoisseurs had taken over. One day, someone stepped in: Read more »
On Saturday, celebrate the 4th annual Dance On The Falls Bridge in East Falls. Tickets are $50, but that includes a $5 voucher for any of the food trucks offering grub (The Tot Cart, Zsa’s Gourmet Ice Cream, Kami, The Dapper Dog, Just Jackie’s, Local 215 and Poi Dog Snack Shop) and complimentary wine and beer all night. There’s going to be live music, a photo booth, a cigar lounge (because why not?) and, of course, dancing.
The action starts at 8pm. Get your tickets and more information at the link below.
Dance On The Falls Bridge [Facebook]
Beginning of driveway between W. Penn and Midvale, from Vaux Street corner.
Photo credit: Google Street View
Picture this: the 85-year-old retaining wall that divides your yard from the back street’s common driveway starts deteriorating. The damage extends for two blocks, and if unaddressed, will result in the collapse of your rear deck (as well as those of your neighbors). The city then does a structural report on it, which verifies its danger, and says you and other affected residents must pick up the repair bills.
That’s exactly what happened to some locals from East Falls.
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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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