Our house has a little bit of a funny facade. The front is a stone facade, in pretty good shape and very similar to a lot of houses in the neighborhood (not so many on our street, but a lot of houses on a street not far from us). The other three sides were a remarkably weird faux brick siding — not Insul-Brick, but actual thin slices of brick cemented on to chickenwire. I can’t imagine it was intended for outdoor use. It seems like something a home improvement TV show designer might recommend for making the interior of a kitchen more “rustic.”
A few years ago, we had contractors tear off the brick siding on the two most exposed sides of our house, insulate, and re-side with cement fiberboard siding. We couldn’t afford to do all three sides at once, and cement fiberboard really means putting your money where your mouth is, compared to most siding options (There will be no poison vinyl siding in my future. No sir.).

We’ve got contractors doing the third side of the house now (see pumpjacks and unpainted siding on our house, which is on the right), and we’ve learned a bit about the house this time. Last time all I can recall learning is that it really was true, our house had no insulation in the exterior walls. Who builds a house in Pennsylvania without putting insulation in it?
Perhaps the same braingeniuses who used steel flashing!

I’ve finally confirmed my suspicions that the kitchen door once had a transom over it. If you look closely at the photo, you can see some wads of insulation being held in with baseboard trim. Yes!

And there was another window in the little bedroom upstairs! I would NEVER have guessed that, and I think if we had known it was there, we might have had it put back in. But we didn’t know, and now there is siding over it again, which hopefully we will not need to replace until we are old. It’s a pretty sunny room anyhow.
I try not to love Things, but I sure love this house. Q and I have been talking a lot lately about how easy it was and continues to be for us to put our roots down here, and to make plans to live here until we die. It feels like a lot of folks we know buy a house and plan to stay a while and then move on, but we’ve put so much energy into making this a place we want to be and live …. it’s hard to imagine just sending it along to another owner in our lifetime.
Cheers to feeling settled and sure, eh?