We are super super blessed to not only live in an old home, but to know as much history about our home that we do. Our next door neighbors were born and raised in our little town (they’re in their 80’s) and they have lived next door for over 50 years. They have seen families come and go in our house. Their own son even owned our house for a number of years. They have stories for days about the things that have happened in our house (like the mayor of the town once lived here and the couple who owned the place in the 70’s used to sun bathe naked in the backyard!). In addition to our next door neighbors, we have a lovely couple who lives behind us and another up the hill from us who have both lived in this town for 60+ years. They’ve shared stories of the giant Maple tree that is in our backyard and how they watched it grow from a sapling. Or how our bathroom tile is original and has NEVER been covered up. They were here when the addition was added to the house. Or when the garage was extended. We love this house so much, but its much more meaningful to know SO MUCH about our house and even the people who lived here before us.
I’m getting long winded aren’t I? Let me get to the point of today’s post. When we toured this house 5 years ago before purchasing it, we were told (by the son of our next door neighbor) that the original farm sink to the house was in the basement. Sure enough, when we got to the basement, there she was. We were also told that years ago, (I’m not sure when exactly, although I’m sure one of my neighbors could tell me Haha!) the current owners gutted and remodeled the kitchen. They opted to keep the farm sink and had it moved to the basement to be hooked up as a utility/laundry sink. We had never considered moving the sink back into the kitchen. I don’t know why. We just didn’t. We’ve updated the kitchen quite a bit, but never replaced the stainless steel sink. Last week my husband and I were talking about how fun it would be to put the sink back in the kitchen. I began measuring and figuring out how it would work (it’s massive). Unfortunately for my husband, once my mind is made up, there’s typically no turning back…..and I usually want it done RIGHT NOW. We decided to tackle it. The sink should be back in it’s rightful place…..although it’s not back where it was originally. When they gutted the kitchen, they moved the sink underneath the window. It used to be where the stove is. You get the idea though.
Here’s the sink in the basement, where it’s been for decades. It took HOURS of scrubbing to get it clean. I was so sore the day after I scrubbed it. My butt muscles hurt the worst. Note to self; Relax while scrubbing. Don’t clinch.
Once we got it unhooked from the basement and carried upstairs (my husband and I carried it alone….I might’ve cried a little) I started scanning the back of the sink for a stamp. I knew it would have SOME kind of stamp somewhere on it. When I found it, I got a little emotional. I knew it was the original sink, but seeing the date on it made it so real. I don’t know why this stuff gets me the way it does, but it does. I just love the history so much. I wish I could know more about the family who built this house.
The stamp “Kohler 10-18-18” (Our house was built in 1918).
I won’t go into detail about the actual install, but it was the worst project ever. It took us 9 hours to install this sink. We are not plumbers and never want to do anything like this ever again. (haha).
All in all, I am so happy. Do you know how many people have stood over this sink washing their dishes?! How many hands have touched this enamel? That’s the good stuff, kids. That’s what makes me happy.
What do you guys think?! 🙂 Did we make the right decision? I think we did! 🙂