As I sit here typing our youngest is in our bedroom, refusing to go to bed. In an effort not to throttle her I’m doing my best to ignore her presence and type a new post. She is what doctor’s have referred to as “spirited.” If any of you reading this are parents and are currently parenting or have parented one of these “spirited” children then I raise my glass to you because that is the shit that makes a person drink.
Anyway, I got off track there. I just needed you to know the frame of mind I’m in and I apologize for any potential profanity (the above “s” word included) or threats of violence.
Now, how do I segue nicely into this relatively exciting development in the quest to discover the age of the house. I guess that was it…
Our Dovetail consultant made a really neat find about a week ago when she came across two newspaper articles detailing the fire that destroyed the original house at Sligo and the construction that followed. Both articles were published in 1888 which confirms that the first house burnt down in 1888 and the second house began construction the same year. The articles are below:
How neat is this?! First of all, it corroborates what the Ferneyhough descendants told me which is the first house burnt down in 1888 and the second house was built the same year. It does stand to reason that the second house was not complete until the following year giving it a completion date of 1889. Also, the fire broke out three times? How could there have been anything left? Second of all, there is an “ancient” brick somewhere?! I have yet to lay eyes on said brick and honestly, there’s kind of a A LOT of brick so it’s going to be like searching for a needle in a haystack but it’s worth a shot. Finally, we have a potential source of the name “Sligo” and that is Gen. Posey. You probably don’t remember but I mentioned him in my very detailed and very accurate timeline of past Sligo owners. He didn’t come across in any of my reading as someone important to the property but it may be worth another look into who he was.
That’s all I have for now. Miraculously, in the time it took me to write this the youngest is in her own bed and happily alive (though that’s solely because her father loves her more than I do at the moment).