Closing the Gap: Underground Railroad Site Restoration Phase One

The Col. H.G. Blake House, on the National Register of Historic Places and beloved home and living museum. Many artifacts that have been found since 1998 are on display for tour participants to enjoy.
The Col. H.G. Blake House, on the National Register of Historic Places and beloved home and living museum. Many artifacts that have been found since 1998 are on display for tour participants to enjoy.

Saving Our National History

This chapter of the historic H.G. Blake House’s story begins in approximately 1950.

In the 1950s, the Shepard-Griesinger-McClelland family decided that it was time for Blake House, which had gone approximately 100 years without closets, to finally gain built-in storage space.

By then, however, the upper floor on the west side had bowed enough that the closet built in the corner bedroom was built to follow the curve of the wall. This caused the closet wall to begin at 2 inches wide at the bottom and expand to 4 inches wide at the top.

For decades the house remained stable, a steel cable kept things lashed together well enough that the wall didn’t change. Well, it didn’t change much. With changes in ownership and time, it was lost track of how much of a bow the wall had and if there had been any change.

By the time we moved in, there was a small gap between the closet wall and the bedroom wall. In 1998, I could just barely fit a fingertip into the gap.

Then an earthquake hit Cleveland in 2001. Most in the area have no idea there ever was an earthquake. When it rippled down to Medina, I was sitting on the living room sofa. I noticed movement at the doorway across the room from me as the floor heaved upward in a big rolling movement. I had just enough time to wonder if this historic home from 1848 had poltergeists after all, when the rolling wave popped me and the sofa into the air before it passed on into the yard and toward the town library.

I asked countless people if the house should be checked for damage. I was assured the house was fine, after all, did I see any damage? Well, no, I didn’t, at least nothing that I connected to the earthquake’s passing through.

At some point after the quake, I noticed the corner bedroom’s wall gap had grown. I was to come to realize that it was still growing and was showing no signs of stopping. The bedroom next to the corner one began to show separation of ceiling and wall along the same outside wall that was gaping and the connecting wall between the two rooms was becoming separated from the outside wall. Still, all seemed solid.

When the roof began leaking extensively, it was decided that it was time to have the corner bedroom’s bowed wall examined. After several attempts to find an architect, and two awful architects who sneered at this beautiful historic home and said to tear it down, Bob Arnold of Arnold Architects was finally found to be the perfect fit for the Save the Slate project and a good friend to the house.

He discovered that the 2001 earthquake had, indeed, caused damage. A hand-carved heavy wooden peg that held together the rafter and column together, right where the wall bow was located, had been shattered by the quake, as evidenced by the peg’s remains that were still clinging to the beam.

Bob knew that Gary of Roetzel Construction would have the skills and knowledge necessary to pull the wall and stabilize the 168-year-old house. He was right.

After all kinds of dire warnings from others about the huge task of pulling the wall in slowly over a period of years; that walls and ceilings would crack; other, unknown damage would be caused; and that the project would cost tens of thousands of dollars, we found that not one word was true.

This morning, the day started with a gap large enough that my entire hand could fit into it. By 1:30 p.m. today, the gap in the corner bedroom was completely gone. The walls had not cracked, the ceilings had not fallen. In the bedroom next door, the gaps and cracks between the walls and the outside wall had closed.

Gary had turnbuckles built especially to his specs and combined with steel cables, an energetic helper named A.J., and a few tools, he used his skills and priceless knowledge to help save one of the most significant historic structures located in Medina.

For the first time in 15 years, I can breathe. I no longer feel like my entire being is focused on holding the house together. We have a very long way yet to go, but this miracle today is the nicest beginning I could ask for.

The Col. H.G. Blake House is on the National Register of Historic Places for having been a part of the Underground Railroad, home to a Civil War veteran, and beloved home of the Shepard-Griesinger-McClelland family for more than 100 years.

Contrary to popular belief, there is no help for National Register structures. There are no funds to maintain or preserve them, no help in funding restoration or repairs. In the last 50 years, Medina has lost more than 40 historic structures.

As I write this, the City of Medina is planning to demolish the Masonic Hall, which also is on the National Register of Historic Places, in order to build a parking deck. (Update: The city torn down the Masonic Hall, now it is a large empty space, while city leaders determine what to do.)

If you would like to be a part of the restoration and repair project of the H. G. Blake House, if you love history and know that saving our country’s historic structures is priceless in value, please visit gofundme.com/savetheslate and make a donation, no matter how small.

My family has lived in and worked to preserve the history and structure of the H. G. Blake House since 1998. We have given free tours to hundreds of schoolchildren and countless groups, including foreign visitors. Booklets about the history of the house are provided at our expense to tour participants as our way to give back to the community.

If you would like to learn more and keep up with our progress, check in on this site and like and follow at https://www.facebook.com/Save-the-Slate-Underground-Railroad-Site-Needs-Help-106579376371892/ and www.facebook.com/H-G-Blake-House-449472958577273/ Donations can be made at gofundme.com/savetheslate

From outside, it's hard to see the bow in the wall unless you see it at just the right angle.
From outside, it’s hard to see the bow in the wall unless you see it at just the right angle. | Source
June 10, 2016 started with the gap between the closet wall and the house's outside wall being so wide that my hand will fit completely in. Due to nails and other sharp points, I did not put my hand completely in the gap for the photo.
June 10, 2016 started with the gap between the closet wall and the house’s outside wall being so wide that my hand will fit completely in. Due to nails and other sharp points, I did not put my hand completely in the gap for the photo.
The gap was so wide you could see the wall paper that was sealed in when the closet was built in the 1950s.
The gap was so wide you could see the wall paper that was sealed in when the closet was built in the 1950s.
Work started at 9 a.m., by 1:30 p.m., the gap was closed and the wall was stabilized. I can't even fit a fingernail in now.
Work started at 9 a.m., by 1:30 p.m., the gap was closed and the wall was stabilized. I can’t even fit a fingernail in now. 
One of the most beautiful sights I've seen, the wall has been pulled in and the house has been stabilized. Ready now for Phase Two!
One of the most beautiful sights I’ve seen, the wall has been pulled in and the house has been stabilized. Ready now for Phase Two!
Wallpaper that was found behind the closet wall. The closet back wall had to be removed in order to determine the cause of the bowing of the house's outside wall.
Wallpaper that was found behind the closet wall. The closet back wall had to be removed in order to determine the cause of the bowing of the house’s outside wall.
The reason for the bowing wall was discovered to be the hand-carved wooden peg placed in 1848 and shattered by an earthquake in 2001.
The reason for the bowing wall was discovered to be the hand-carved wooden peg placed in 1848 and shattered by an earthquake in 2001.
The inside of the connecting wall between the two bedrooms, light spots are the lights shining through from the other bedroom.
The inside of the connecting wall between the two bedrooms, light spots are the lights shining through from the other bedroom.
Gap in the closet ceiling, what the closet's back wall was covering up.
Gap in the closet ceiling, what the closet’s back wall was covering up.
Roetzel Construction hard at work. They had to cut away the horrible Great Stuff endlessly expanding foam the previous owners had crammed into the gap and then covered it up rather than fix what was a slight bow in the wall at that point in time.
Roetzel Construction hard at work. They had to cut away the horrible Great Stuff endlessly expanding foam the previous owners had crammed into the gap and then covered it up rather than fix what was a slight bow in the wall at that point in time.
Oof Oof the cat wisely chose to not investigate what was being undertaken upstairs. We didn't have to worry about him sneaking upstairs and hiding under a bed today!
Oof Oof the cat wisely chose to not investigate what was being undertaken upstairs. We didn’t have to worry about him sneaking upstairs and hiding under a bed today!
Roetzel Construction was kind enough to take photos in the attic when they had finished, proof that the noise was not baby elephants learning to walzt after all!
Roetzel Construction was kind enough to take photos in the attic when they had finished, proof that the noise was not baby elephants learning to walzt after all!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Living with History: Raising Kids in a National Treasure

 A stack of plates the escaping slaves ate from and then hid in the dirt floor of the basement. The basement was one of the hiding places during the years of the Underground Railroad.

A stack of plates the escaping slaves ate from and then hid in the dirt floor of the basement. The basement was one of the hiding places during the years of the Underground Railroad.

We live with a small zoo of assorted animals, with numbers that fluctuate so much it is hard to get an exact count, in a home that happens to be on the National Register of Historic Places.

Counting pets always causes a debate as to whether the feeder crickets (which are food for other pets, but we house and feed them like pets), the two nests of finch eggs that haven’t hatched yet, as well as the baby canaries that are on their way to being sold, should be included in the count. Thank goodness the dogs don’t have fleas, which would further complicate the answer!

Many people have asked, “Why so many pets?” I honestly don’t know, perhaps it has something to do with my growing up on a little farm in Oklahoma or maybe I just never learned to limit love. Whatever the reason, in addition to the pets, there are four energetic children bouncing around in our historic 1840s home.

When you first have children, the common advice is to pack away all fragiles until they move out. I’ve always wondered how to accomplish that when it’s the house itself that is priceless. Bubble wrap? Everywhere? What it definitely means is trying to teach the children what having a living museum for a home means. It causes some rather interesting discussions concerning how care should be taken since we can’t go to the store and simply replace that which is broken when the basketball suddenly (and by itself, of all miracles!) flies through the air and meets up with history.

The house gained its historic status by being a part of the Underground Railroad. The man who was the railroad conductor here owned the home in the 1850s and was the founder of the town’s first bank (which still existed until a few years ago), general store clerk, newspaper editor, a friend of Abraham Lincoln, general everyman, and do-gooder of our town.

Some would feel that a family actually living in the house is an inappropriate use for a building on the National Register of Historic Places. They are the ones who would open a stiff, cold museum of hushed voices and perfect restorations and spotless fixtures in the house.

We’re not perfect or spotless. We’re noisy and we spill juice and snort milk out our noses if we crack up at the wrong moment. In the mix of our lives is the occasional added commotion of pets that escape. As the gleeful escapee flies, flits, crawls, or hops through the historic rooms, the warning call is raised. Everyone available joins in energetic pursuit with a variety of nets, pots, cups, spoons, and anything else close at hand that can be used to catch the runaway.

Somehow the bustle and chaos of our lives that bounces off the walls seems more in keeping with the house’s history than if it were a museum. It has, after all, been a holder and protector of families for 172 years. My children and their friends playing chase and hide-n-seek through its halls keep alive the spirits of children past, children who played the same games, squealed with the same joy, and caught the ancestors of the lightning bugs my children now catch. On rainy Easters we have the greatest indoor egg hunts, with some eggs not found until months later (sometimes while chasing a runaway pet).

We walk the same floors that so many people before us walked. When we cry, our tears join with the countless oceans of tears the walls must have heard wept. Our laughter melds with the infinite waves of laughter that have lapped at the corners and crevices of this dear old house.

The house has a life, a beat of its own, that blends with ours in such a way that it has become like a member of our family (although, a very old member of the family!). I’m not really sure if the house has blended with us or if we have blended with it.

Someone once tried to make an offer on the house. I was so startled, I didn’t even ask what the offer was. This is home. It is not for sale. In a time and world where homes are only houses, thought of as investments and temporary, few understand my connection to this house and my dedication to its well being.

It often is said that times have changed, that values have been lost, that children know too much too soon. Perhaps that is true, but we lose only what we are willing to give up. We make a choice when nourishing our souls becomes secondary to investments and money making.

Oh, and the exact number of pets? We honestly don’t know, but we always invite visitors to count for themselves!

A corner of our historic home, can you see any escaped pets?

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Welcome to the Col. H. G. Blake House

In 1998, when I met this wonderful house, all I knew was that it was in a beautiful area and it fit perfectly the description of the house I would love to live in, right down to the double set of staircases.

What I had not included in the dream house description was that it would be on the National Register of Historic Places. That was a wonderful bonus that was revealed as the final papers were being signed. I didn’t even know that ordinary people like me could own a National Register site.

Turns out that other potential buyers had walked away from the house when they learned it was on the register. They thought there would be too many rules to living here (more about this in a future post).

The day I walked in the house for the first time, it felt like a hundred souls rushed forward to hug me. Everyone has their own explanation for that, I simply accepted that this was to be the place I would live and that I would fight for its survival.

The longer I have lived here, the more I have learned that fighting for this home’s survival is never ending, from defending it from the developers who wanted it so they could bulldoze the house and use this prime piece of real estate for commercial purposes to those who think that smashing beer mugs on the sidewalk is entertainment.

This site is dedicated to the battles as well as to the wonderful stories that happen from living in the arms of history, to the sharing of the important history this amazing home has been a part of, to the preservation of one of the last National Register of Historic Places sites that is still in private hands, with just a touch of the stories that could be the result of spirits who may have remained.

Little did I realize how much this one move in life would lead to, the wonderful people who would walk through the doors, the amount of history hidden throughout the property and house, and how this property, which has always been known to house strong, independent souls would help me find mine.

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