The Gothic House

For fifteen years I lived in a Gothic house presided over by Tyger my cat and Esmé the resident ghost. Each Hallowe’en, more than 100 children would arrive to receive apples, oranges, nuts and chocolate kisses.

The Gothic house had a 130-year old giant maple tree (recently deceased) that appears as a young tree in an early photo.

The Gothic house itself appears in a Harpers Weekly rotogravure from 1864.