First I read this article “Home is where the HEART is” :D. I did what I do well, “Translation”. Or “Saw what I wanted to saw” 😉
But the original article was about a lovely story about a fireplace.
On below is almost 80 percent of the whole article.
A fireplace makes a room.
For some people, a fireplace makes a home. And then there are those who make their own fireplaces.
Step into Traci and Seamus Donaldson’s home on Confederate Avenue and your eyes immediately go to the Carrara marble fireplace and mantel stretching from floor to ceiling.
The white marble expanse dominates the entrance hall and hints at the scale and beauty in the rest of the historic house. But the Donaldsons strive to make it homey.
Daughter Kate, 6, demonstrates how to open the wrought-iron doors to the large firebox. When Seamus builds a fire in it – usually around Christmas – it quickly heats up the large hall. “It will run you out of the room,” Traci says, “even when it is cold.”
The Donaldson home was built in 1929 for entrepreneur and industrialist Walter McCanless. David Foard Hood’s book, “The Architecture of Rowan County,” calls the house a “Renaissance Revival brick mansion whose grandeur is unrivaled in Rowan County.”
The house’s six fireplaces are key to that grandeur. The entrance hall is but one example. In the library, a dark marble fire-place and mantel has heavy veins of white and creates a dramatic effect against the room’s dark, textured walls. In the adjoining room, another white Carrara marble fireplace has intricate, classical details. In room after room, the fireplaces set the aesthetic tone.
Source of Warmth
Aesthetics were not the very top priority to Bonnie and Fred Corridor when they were looking for a house near Catawba College, where Fred graduated and formerly served as president.
“I had only two requirements: shade trees and a working fireplace,” says Fred.
They found what they were looking for on Brenner Avenue.
“We spent most of our evening here,” says Fred, standing in the living room. The Corridors keep the thermostat at 64 degrees throughout the house in the winter. Just before it’s time for Bonnie to get home each evening from her job as a nurse, Fred warms up the living room with a hearty fire.
His method is precise. Newspapers go on the grate first, two sheets rolled up diagonally and twisted in the middle to hold them together. Kindling comes next; wine connoisseur Fred is partial to broken-up wine crates and other bits of wood. Large pinecones picked up on Catawba’s campus go on next.
Fred tops it all off with small pieces of firewood and lights the newspapers at either end of the pile and in the middle.
Soon large flames jump up, throwing off crackling sound and heat. Within a few minutes, the fire settles down to a mellow level and the room is toasty.
Several of the Corrihers’ Christmas cards show the family gathered around a fireplace. “A fire was a given at our house,” Fred says.
“It just makes me feel homey. It’s a source of warmth, literally and figuratively.“