When you are a real tough guy you rarely cry. You have an emotional stronghold to defend your emotions. I cry on average once a year. Maybe this is so that man can be strong for his wife, or that we are emotionally callus or who knows, but today my invincible exterior was penetrated for a second.
I haven't been able to find a historical photograph of my house. Asking neighbors, looking in historical photo collections and contacting authors of corktown books have come up empty. Until today.
Today I visited the Detroit Historical Commission for the first time. This is to start getting my business together for my historical permit. Lo and behold, they had a slide photograph from 1985-the year corktown was designated a historic district.
The lady at historical brought the slides out with a magnifying glass. I put them to my eye and I got a lump in my throat. My eyes might of even got a little misty.


I was really surprised. I wouldn't of thought that it could of changed that much from the 1980's. It's only been 22 years, but my how my girl has changed.
Some interesting things to note:
The most noteable thing is that the ghetto brick is fully on the house and falling off. I thought my house looked pretty bad when I bought it, but I have to say it looks even worse in these pictures.
The upper center decorations are in tact! This will really help me replicate them to restoration.
The original front door is present. Although badly damaged it appears to be a simple 2-panel.
The lower rails were replaced with boards. While not original, the current lower rails look better then this. I plan to recreate the original lowers.
There is a shack/garage in the rear.
The front windows were boarded up, an erie reminder of the darkness of the time.
2 large trees are missing today, one in the front yard, and one on the side.
And one of the most prominent changes is the rear 2nd floor. The roofline has a dormer lifted out provide headroom on the 2nd floor in the back-This will help my case when presenting to historical that I would like to bump out the roof there. There is also a small diamond shaped window in the rear. The house seems to extend about two feet more then today in the back.
Also you can see the lights from tiger stadium in the background. I probably went to a game that year!
The strange part is that 1985 isn't a very old photo for a 147 year old house. But I'll take it.
By the way, I didn't actually cry. I was able to force the lump back down into my throat...and maybe my eyes weren't misty, I could of gotten something in them from the magnifying glass (wink).