Alternate Alternate Title: Mary and Pemberley, The Circle of our Love it goes Forever
Every time we need a plumber, electrician, or other service personnel to come to our place they say, “Hey, isn’t this the house that was moved…???” And I say, “Yes, this is that house.” Because Pemberley didn’t always live here. She used to be a resident of a very nice, very scenic road (Har. Har. Did you see what I did there?) nearby.
Pemberley was built in 1939 by the Moser family. I know that because their name is on our doorknocker. I am told that when it was built, it was the “premier house in Yakima”, which is pretty cool. She used to be located on 3 acres on the fanciest, most expensive street in town, overlooking the entire valley. (Although, now that I think about it, there probably wasn’t many other homes around her back then. Now it is the most expensive street in town, but back then it quite possibly could have been nothing but orchards.)
I don’t know any of the history of Pemberley between 1939 and 1998, but I have pieced together some details after living here. Whoever lived here in the 70’s liked brass, and had a thing for installing terrible wallpaper. They also liked light fixtures shaped like seashells. At one time, someone had a king bed with scalloped sheets because the linen closet has a shelf labeled for them. Someone painted all the trim yellow during that time, as well.
Then in 1998, things got exciting for Pemberley. She was on the market, and a really, really, REALLY rich guy bought her. Not because she is a glorious, classic house, but because he wanted the 3 acre lot she sat on with it’s amazing views of the valley. He was going to bulldoze Pemberley and build a mansion in her place. PEMBERLEY!! My Pemberley. Luckily, there was enough public outcry against destroying a perfectly lovely historic home that he decided not to demolish the house. He let someone move it instead.
Do you want to see what he built in it’s place?
I couldn’t get the whole house in the shot… Just like Celine Dion’s heart, it goes onnnnnnn and onnnnnnnnnn. 20,000+ square feet, 7 bedrooms, 8 bathrooms, and that’s not even counting their servants quarters which is an entirely separate building on the property. Did I mention that they’re rich?
So, anyway… some house mover took Pemberley as his own, and moved it a mile away down a fairly narrow, winding canyon road and then parked her where she rests today. I cannot for the life of me figure out how they moved this big old house down here, but they did. I have heard she was cut in two, which is pretty amazing because you would never guess from inside.
At some point after moving to Yakima, I saw Pemberley and fell in love and mentioned to Mr. Darcy that if she ever went on the market, we should buy her. And he said what everyone says, “I think that was the house that was moved…”
And then two and a half years ago, I got the idea to search online real estate listings for homes that we could not afford. And I found Pemberley. And I couldn’t stop thinking about her, even though we weren’t ready to move and once again… couldn’t afford her. But, I called a friend who was in real estate and asked to walk through her, because I was hoping that she would be horrible inside and I could happily wipe her from my mind. But, let me tell you, from the minute I walked in I knew she was my house. Even if I couldn’t afford her. I made Mr. Darcy come see her and he wasn’t convinced she was our house. Not to mention he kept bringing up the most annoying little detail that we couldn’t afford her. Men!
But I swear to you… I walked into the basement and saw that it had a complete kitchen and could be used as a separate apartment and I thought to myself, “My sister Maggie could live here with her kids” even though at the time said sister was married, living in Utah, and I didn’t communicate with her very often.
Two years later, the housing market crashed which lowered Pemberley’s price significantly, my sister left her husband and moved to Yakima, badda bing badda bang I’m living in my dream house with my sister’s family in the basement. Which is how I know that Pemberley is true. Because the circle of our love is more than just a rising sun that sets… it goes forever. Forever and everrrrrrrrrrrr.