I want that house!!

Falling in love with the George Urban Mansion

The George Urban Mansion is on the market again and today my friend Melinda and I attended an Open House.

I think it will be the last Open House. I think this place, someone will buy it. And it will not be me, zut alors and alack and alas and fie.

I already own George Urban muffin tins. They were a lucky estate sale find! I think they were three for $5.

Now I confronted the mansion where the great miller lived 150 years ago. This is the mansion from which Grover Cleveland announced his presidential bid. I am not sure if it was the first or second presidential bid. This is a funny thing, this year’s presidential election is the first time since then that a president from two terms ago is running. Grover Cleveland won the presidency once and occupied the White House for four years, then was not president for the next four years, and then ran again. That is sort of what we are seeing now.

I am affectionate toward Grover Cleveland and I loved seeing this mansion.

Matter of fact, I wanted this mansion.

I kept texting pictures to Howard. He would answer with little thumbs-up and little smiley faces. Humoring me.

But, I mean, look.

And let’s throw this one in too. A modern indoor pool!

After a while we had to leave. I had to get out of there, I admit it. I was getting all hot and bothered whenever anyone else walked in. This was my house, gosh darn it! What were all these people doing in my house?

It would be a lot of house. That is what the people who were moving out told Jacquie Walker. It turns out that this was Jacquie Walker’s second feature, I mean after the one that she did on Howard at the Hyatt downtown.

And seeing that I have not exactly been a great steward of my house in North Buffalo, I do not think I could be trusted with the George Urban Mansion.

I could just see myself in it, the first week or so, the bricks would start falling off the chimneys or something. I would be castigated and reprimanded.

I would be told I needed a new roof. Workmen would show up and give me worst-case scenarios. Preservationists would give me grim prognostications.

Still.

One can dream, can one not?

La la la la la la la.

This place is set up kind of like a B&B so you have to wonder.

Here is my friend Melinda exiting.

After that I went on back to my real life. A walk around Delaware Park. A celebratory dinner for the St. Louis Choir, where I have been singing since February.

Good-bye, George Urban Mansion.

I’ll see you in my dreams!