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Filed under: prairie musings, 1404 N.Douglas — Peg Britton @ 12:22 pm




My tree house in the woods is almost empty except for the things I’m taking to Salina or have given to others. Todd and Karen carried out tub after tub of treasures again today to enjoy themselves and store for their boys.  Almost everything has found a happy home including many items passed on to Mosaic that they can use or sell. Ally has a lot of furniture to move after her Turkey and Dressing party next weekend.  Claudia and I are taking my loose items and clothes to my apartment in Salina next week.  We’ll rattle around in an empty house for Thanksgiving when granddaughter Mackenzie and Ty are here for the weekend then the movers will come the 28th and take my bed and other belongings to the Palace. Once my bed goes out the door, I’ll be in hot pursuit.

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This picture of my grandson, Tyler Britton,  and me was taken by Kim Fair, Marketing Director at Presbyterian Manor in Salina October 17th after I signed up to live there….forever.

I’m back to apartment living as I was in 1950 after graduating from KU and beginning a job with Edward Tanner Architects in Kansas City. This apartment at the Palace is different in that it will soon feel like home as it fits my needs perfectly which was not the case while living in the Ambassador Hotel apartment.  I’m looking forward to living in Salina, visiting with old friends and making new ones, but my heart will always be in Ellsworth.

My grandson, SSGT Tyler Britton, surprised me last Saturday night when he arrived after a full day’s drive from Cincinnati. In typical fashion, he didn’t alert us he was coming. He took a week’s leave to come home and help me move and that’s a monumental sacrifice for a serviceman with precious little vacation time.  What a help he has been.  I appreciate every minute of his presence.  After a week of his help, I can see that I will be able to rid myself of a lifetime of possessions and place them in other hands.  I feel really good about it since most of the family treasures are in the hands of family members.  Some things just had to be disposed of.

The plans that Tyler and I have for moving are starting to materialize.  Everything in the garage was disposed of.  A huge pick up load that was really dump material went to the county.  Another load went to Mosaic…which, by the way, has been a lifesaver.   They will have many more things go their way that they can use and sell.  Our books went to Ad Astra in Salina and the Ellsworth Correctional Facility.  Furniture has found its way into the homes of family and friends.  Today more things are going to be sorted and boxed for new locations…. mostly Mosaic.

Ryon came with a friend and equipment and along with Tyler’s help, managed to get the million pound safe out of the house and the large, heavy TV in Ryon’s truck.  They carried the sofa and desk to the garage and got the dang heavy barbeque grill off the deck and into the garage. Those were huge items to leave the house.

Tomorrow Tyler and Todd are driving back to Cincinnati with Todd’s truck packed to the brim and Tyler’s car towed behind, also packed to the headliner.  They will stop in O’Fallon to see Mackenzie and Ty for a short visit to drop off her things then they’ll continue to Cincinnati.

I’m really going to miss Tyler and his help.  He’s done so many other things for me while he has been here.  I wanted him to see where I will be living and meet some of my friends so we did that.  We had lunch at the Palace with my best buds Ivy, Shirley, Ginny and Micki.  He also went to see the doctor with me and helped enormously in making some important decisions that needed careful thought.  And, he’s about to give Ringo a bath, then back to more packing.

The house will be quiet tomorrow after he leaves, but Sunday morning, Dawnae and Deneen are arriving to help.  When it comes to sorting, organizing and purging, they are in their element.  I’m so appreciative of everyone’s help.

Now back to the bubble and shrink wrap….how would we manage without it?

Last night Drew arrived from Boulder for an overnight on his way to Kansas City.  We took time off for dinner at Pretty Boy Floyd’s…which was excellent…and I saw the grandson I’ve worked to the bone completely devour a 24 oz. Porterhouse steak and every smidgin’ of everything else they put in front of him.  Drew was a close second.  The rest of us had the chicken fried chicken special which was delicious and friendly to the check.

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Filed under: prairie musings, 1404 N.Douglas, Presbyterian Manor — Peg Britton @ 11:42 am


Starting November first, this will be my new home.  I’m really, really, really looking forward to living here. You’ll find me on the 4th floor of the tall building or enjoying a walk around the path.

It has been determined, decided and finalized.  I’m committed to moving into apartment #402  at Presbyterian Manor in Salina.  Beginning the first of the month, I’ll have my own keys to my new digs on the 4th floor.  That’s exactly three weeks away and the compressed element of time is unsettling as I look around at all the “stuff” that surrounds me.  It’s always easier to say than do.  Friends tell me it will all get done in due time which I find reassuring as I presume that means they will be here to help. My interpretation of those comments may have a few flaws I’m overlooking; however, my good friend, Ryon, reinforced that belief as he is already on his way with a front end loader, back hoe and dump truck. He’s a true friend.

This is where I’m going to live (next picture) …on the opposite side of the building, looking right into the afternoon sun.  There are lots of windows (to make up for the shortage of space) that I’ll need to treat someway as I’m not a bright sunshine kind of girl.  I need some of those heavy blankets we encountered in Hungry that covered  doorways inside doorways.    I’ll have a good night time view of the city lights in town.

To give you a better perspective of my dilemma, my house has 4,256 square feet…about like the entire top floor of the building below.  My apartment has 750 square feet and I’m looking forward to living in a small place with less to take care of.  And, you know what?  I’m going to love it there and what I take with me and leave behind is only another chapter in my life.  It really isn’t important.


What I need right now is someone who will come clean my garage…put stuff to keep to one side and clean out and pitch the rest.  I figure I can leave my car outside for the time being as I load stuff in the garage. I would accept any volunteer help and if some strong men want to move furniture, it comes with pay.

This is where I have lived very happily for the past 35 years.  Walking into my house is like walking into a idyllic vacation spot in the Colorado Rockies except for the abundance of more interesting and diverse foliage one enjoys in Kansas.  The comments from friends who visit here for the first time are all similar….”Wow! This is just like being on vacation.”  That is true.


Front entry deck…


Lower level rear view showing patio, upper and lower decks, and tower.


Ground level on left and ground level on right showing the hot tub/plant room…

As soon as I am out of the house, Jessica Decker of REMAX will be showing the house and having open houses.  You can contact her if you like.  I’ll also be making posts to my blog so you can check back here for updates.  It’s a gorgeous house on three acres, in the city limits with lots of extras.  If you scroll back to Chapter 1 on this blog, you’ll find a plenitude of pictures, inside and out.  It’s for sale!

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Filed under: prairie musings, 1404 N.Douglas, Presbyterian Manor — Peg Britton @ 8:35 am

Yesterday provided me an unexpected opportunity to have lunch with some of my friends at the “Palace” aka Presbyterian Manor in Salina. The experience was delightful, reassuring and reinforced its pull on me to move. It’s a good feeling to be doubt-free in my decision to move to Salina  even though it means leaving my beloved tree house and the best little town in Kansas, home to me for the last 60 years and home of my ancestors since the 1870s. One of these days, perhaps even today, the house will not be mine, but my family and the people who make this town a very special place on earth will still be here when I return to visit.

I figured there could be “situations” that might be deal breakers to curb my decision to move to the Palace. Many items  were on my plate to consider and weigh objectively.  I supposed there might be things not to like yet despite my efforts over the past five months at balancing all aspects of the move, I haven’t found even one. Even if I couldn’t find any negative aspects to the move, I thought my friends who live there would have found something by now they would like to change.  Not so. The food is even wonderful and dining there is first rate.  They all love the freedom the Palace offers and have no desire to return to their home maintenance, duty-filled lives again.

For the stage of life that I’m now in, I know I’ll be happy there. There is no way to bring back the old days, the family members who were once in it or have a second chance at life to correct mistakes.  Change oftentimes becomes necessary and can be a very good thing.  Making the decision for change on my own is the best way for me to retain independence, take on new challenges and surround myself with people who have a common understanding of life.  It will be nice to be surrounded by people who welcomed that change and made the decision on their own just as I have.  They create an atmosphere of contentment and satisfaction around them that is welcoming to me. I can sense it when I’m at the Palace.

There are those who want to remain in their homes to the end and die peacefully in bed, but they are rarely that lucky and others have to intercede and make life-changing decisions for them which leads to discontentment with their surroundings.  I don’t want to leave here screaming and kicking and being pulled out feet first.  I’ve never looked at life that way and I don’t want to start now.  Fortunately, my family couldn’t agree more with me and my move would be very difficult without their support. They are the greatest!

Slowly, too slowly, I’m getting rid of “stuff”.  My house has the appearance of being partially burgled last night with the burglars  intent on returning tonight to pick and choose another load.  And tomorrow for another.  There are vacant spots throughout, some walls are bare, some fully loaded, and my “decor” is riddled and looks like some deranged person lives here.  The typewriter table is next to the large screen TV, the worn out TV tables have a whole corner to themselves and the missing snooker table left a space large enough for a lap pool.  And, no one comes to visit without leaving with “something” and a cook book. It’s required.  Whenever I can get rid of everything except what I’m taking to the Palace, I’ll be leaving.  If my house is sold by then, so much the better.

It’s time for Ringo and me to vacate the house as “persons of interest” are coming to look around.

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Filed under: prairie musings, 1404 N.Douglas — Peg Britton @ 2:31 pm

For your information, my house has it own special listing with RE/MAX: 



Filed under: prairie musings, Ally Britton, 1404 N.Douglas — Peg Britton @ 6:53 pm


The Brunswick snooker table that came from the Pla-Mor pool hall “a long time ago” is going to a new home in western Kansas.  It has been sold.

Ally played snooker on that particular table when George Panzer owned the pool hall.  When we built this house, Brit talked with George about buying the table.  I can’t recall the circumstances, but I think it was because George  was selling the pool hall…maybe to expand the Svaty - Sherman law offices.

In any event, George wouldn’t sell it to Brit because “he didn’t hang out at the pool hall”, he said. That was true.  But, since Ally did, and he liked Ally, he said he would sell it to her.  A lot of that was tongue in cheek conversation as he accepted Brit’s check for the table, with a smile. Brit and George were friends.  So, we acquired a great snooker table with a lot of history.  A great many friends have enjoyed playing on it over the years.  Ally usually always came away the big winner. After all, it was her table.

I remember well the day the table came through the patio door.  The three Kohls brothers, Chick Pflughoeft, Harold Kralik, and Clarence Peterman (the men who built our house)  plus two additional hulks they recruited from the Pla-Mor carried the table through an opening in the house where double patio doors had been removed.  The slate is 1 1/2″ thick and the table weighs a ton.   Ally convinced the new owner to consult people who know about moving such items and he is now going to take the table apart, remove the slate and move it in pieces.  That’s a wise move, so to speak.

And, another very, very heavy object is leaving too…the old safe from Seitz Clothing Store that has been another conversation piece for a long time.  It’s going to my friend in Lindsborg.  I have a big TV that going in the same load…but he doesn’t know it yet.  The TV works fine…it’s just older, big and heavy. I’m sure he has a place for it…somewhere…if someone doesn’t ask for it first.

Three big items are leaving the house.  I think we are making headway.

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Filed under: prairie musings, Ally Britton, Todd Britton, 1404 N.Douglas — Peg Britton @ 2:52 pm

“Escalate” is the theme of the day.

What started out to be a rather routine relocation of a couple of rock treasures (gifts from Gertie Kunkle) from my yard to Todd’s has now escalated into a full-blown operation involving half a dozen men, a fork lift, a trailer, two trucks, a highway patrol vehicle, and a really big wrecker.

It all started when Todd and his friend found the objects too heavy for them to lift with their dollies, etc. More help and equipment would be needed.

Then a highway patrolman friend arrived, but it’s not clear to me what his involvement  is, if any, in the operation.  He’s moving something from one truck to another and appears it to be an entirely different “moving” project.

Then they all take a break and look skyward at a plane passing overhead.

Ally arrives, takes one look and departs shaking her head.

A fork lift arrives on the scene to move the second extremely heavy object onto the friend’s trailer, but it never gets that far.  The fork lift and driver have sunk waist deep in my driveway or yard, or somewhere out there. I didn’t want specifics from Todd. I should go look, but I’m not in the mood for a disaster today. This has all the earmarks of one.

Because of an extended drought and restrictions against watering, nothing within miles is soft enough to sink into, so I’m wondering what collapsed. I may have a new exit shaft to the salt mine in my yard or I no longer have a water well.

Now everyone is standing outside waiting for George to arrive with a really, really big wrecker to free the fork lift and correct all the damage that has taken place. I couldn’t count the number of times George has had to come save the day at our house…trucks stuck in the back yard, cars stuck in dead man’s curve, garage doors that wouldn’t open…and moving, moving, moving kids from here to there, moving a painting to Logan, the list is endless.  He’s part of our family for sure.

The rumbling of big engines continues.

I know you are wondering why I’m not out there with my camera.  Not a chance of that happening.

Meantime, I’m listening to 100 different…literally…variations of  O Mio Bambino Caro on Spotify to control the anxiety of the escalation of what is occurring outside my house. If I don’t get anything else moved (which seems very likely at this point), I’m taking my computer and music with me wherever I go.

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Filed under: prairie musings, 1404 N.Douglas, Presbyterian Manor — Peg Britton @ 11:02 am

I “announced” in June, I think it was, my intentions to move to Salina but, as yet, I haven’t budged. (More on that later.)  I think I better shuffle on a little faster as everytime I go to the grocery store or aimlessly wander the streets, people think I’m “back for a visit”.  How do you like living in Salina, they ask.  Oh…good to see you back, they say.  Sheepishly, I reply…”I haven’t moved yet.”  They all know I’ve been one to move through life’s daily events quickly and are puzzled that I’m still just “hanging around”. It’s the “stuff” I have to deal with that is like a lodestone around my neck.

Two of my very good friends, Ivy and Ginny, live at Presbyterian Manor in independent living apartments, the highrise place I intend to live in as soon as practicable.  One has been there about seven years, the other moved in just a couple of months ago.  Both love it there and apparently want to make sure I join them.  I’m all for that.

Ivy and I have been friends since we were about four and ended up facing each other for the first time at the altar of the First Presbyterian Church in Salina. We saw a lot of each other in junior and senior high and lived in the same sorority house at K.U.  Our families have been close friends for a very long time. Eighty years is a long time, in my books.

Ginny and I have been friends for almost as long, but not quite.  Her late husband and I share common ancestors so she’s been my “cousin” and good friend for over 60 years.

Ivy called the other day with a specific invitation to join her and Ginny for lunch at the “Palace”.  I know they think I’m  waffling about the move, but I’m not.  I’ll take advantage of their luncheon invitation anytime to check out the food service.  I think they want to give me the sorority sales job so I won’t change my mind. I haven’t eaten there and knowing my penchant for good food, they want me to see how good the food is and be sold on the place.  Food could definitely be a deal breaker under other circumstances, but in this case, it won’t be as there are a myriad of other reasons I want to live there, the least of all being the food.  I can always figure out a diplomatic way to change that after I get there, if need be.  But, I’ve heard that the meals are delicious and served fine-dining style.  That’s something to look forward to on a daily basis. Good food, no dishes and you can take leftovers back to your apartment for a snack later in the day.  Most who live there gather together for the noon meal, which is their most lavish of the day, but breakfast and supper are good too.   They really work at pleasing the palates of those who live there.  I won’t be an exception as I’ll look forward to that too and visiting with whomever I share elbows on the table.

As to the stuff, and disposition thereof, it’s going very slowly, in my estimation.  There are vacant places in the house where literally truckloads of stuff have been removed, but it’s not enough to suit me.  Realtors these days, want an empty house to show, not one full  of my “stuff”.  That is a perfect plan for me, but it’s a slow process. I need two strong grandsons to move things to their new location and my granddaughter to do the sorting and organizing.  They’ll be here at some point, but the timing may be off kilter.  It usually is.

Interest in the house is high and there have been a substantial number of inquiries.  I’m not in any rush to sell it as I know one day the right person will come along and offer a fair price to buy it.  There are several ways you can look at it, but one is that 4,256 is a plentiful amount of premium living space for $88.00 a square foot compared to the $200-$250.00 it costs to build today. Regardless of the measure you use, it’s the best in-town 3 acre wooded hideaway location to be found.  I have it listed with Jessica Decker of Remax in Salina, if you care to look over the specifics or talk with her about it. We’re willing to consider any reasonable offer.

It’s time for Ringo and me to take a tour through town, get our mail and wait for the rain to come, or so we hope.

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Here’s a link to my listing with REMAX.

If you are interested in my house, you can contact Salina realtor Jessica Decker here:
Primary: 785-342-0935 Secondary: 785-825-5200

My house is beginning to look less lived in day by day.  Todd, Karen and Drew came last weekend to rid me of some furniture and treasures, some of which will end up in Boulder and Cincinnati with my grandsons.  Several truckloads were removed with a bazillion more to go.  Ally is rounding up help this weekend to move furniture to her house where she has vacant spots.  Later, she will get rid of some of her furniture in order to take more of mine.  I think I can get rid of everything, one way or another.  I don’t intend to have any kind of sale as it’s not worth the effort.  I’ve taken carloads to places that recycle to people who have needs.  That seems to work best for me.

Pass the word that my house is for sale.  Seriously.

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Filed under: prairie musings, 1404 N.Douglas — Peg Britton @ 6:37 pm


REMAX signs are in my yard…well, actually, some are in Ally’s yard by my yard. I have turned the job over to Jessica Decker to find new owners for my home. Now, I’ll have more time to devote to sorting, packing, donating, selling and moving “stuff”. I’ve set my sights on having an empty house by the end of the year except for those items I’m taking to Presbyterian Manor. I hope to move in late December or early January regardless of whether or not my house is sold. I’m only slightly relocating “down the road east of here” while I still have a choice in such matters.  I’m not in any hurry.  The right people who will love this house as much as I have will move in after I leave to enjoy a very special place on earth.


Tucked back behind all the trees is a “tree” house, unlike any other and unique in every way.  This is in the city limits, removed from the hustle and bustle and nested in a large grove of mature trees.  With 4,256 square feet of living area, it is an amazing easy-flow modular design that flows from area to area.  It’s the kind of home that transports you to vacation land the minute you enter it.  If you are interested in details, please call Jessica at 785.825.5200.  For lots of other photos, inside and out, scroll down to Chapter 1.


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Filed under: prairie musings, 1404 N.Douglas — Peg Britton @ 12:01 pm

The following photos were taken by Richard Stinnett and Charlie Robinson on July 18, 2012.  It’s interesting in that their interpretations of my home are somewhat different from Joel Smith’s who took a series of photos that have featured other chapters of this story.  Rich and Charlie were fascinated with the stairs so this chapter is “All About Stairs”.


View from the bridge looking down at the front entry and entry deck outside.


Bridge to loft with Captain’s Stairs at left leading to Crow’s Nest.


Crow’s Nest…top o’ the world.  This is one of the rooms my grandchildren loved and spent hours playing games here.  Brit and I sat up here a lot when the house was new and we could see the now absent blinking red light at the intersection of Highways 140 and 13.  We could also see the football field from the loft deck, but those views are now obstructed by the growth of all the trees.


Captain’s Stairs to Crow’s Nest


Bridge from loft to tower.


Steps from loft to main level…


Steps from main entry.  If you look above the bridge,  you can see the Captain’s Stairs to the Crow’s Nest.


Looking up from the lowest level…the family room…


These book shelves are tucked beneath the stairs that are on the lowest level and ascend to the main floor of the house.

The only other stairs that aren’t shown here are the ones from the main deck to the patio.

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Filed under: prairie musings, 1404 N.Douglas — Peg Britton @ 9:22 am

Downsizing is a daunting chore. There is nothing fun about it.

Recently I visited with a friend of mine  who decided a couple of months ago that it was time to move out of her home that she had shared for a life time with her husband and five children.  We old folks sense those things.  Her basement was stacked full of tubs of papers, records and collectibles above and beyond the rest of the house that was full of mementos from the past. As am I, she was overwhelmed with how one is to gracefully dispose of a houseful of memories.

Her children, their spouses and grandchildren gathered to help and had her house empty within a few days.  She was advised that having an auction to sell her household items was pointless as there weren’t people with money to buy them.  They found a family who had lost everything in a fire and worked a deal with them.  The thankful couple took the furniture, pots and pans, dishes and anything else they wanted off her hands in return for helping dispose of the remainder of things.   What was left was donated to a used furniture business that in turn  removed it from the house without charge.  This was all nice furniture, mind you.

Her house went from her being there and surrounded by a lifetime full of memories to bone bare empty.  She told the realtor to sell the house for the first reasonable offer.  She knows that won’t be much but she’s wants to be rid of it.  She’s happy with her new location and that she helped a young couple get a new start. She is happy in her new surroundings, but says she’s sleeping a lot following the ordeal of the move.

Which brings me back to my house and the chore I have of sorting through things.  Slowly things are going out the back door.  Very slowly.  Every armful helps. Even with all the well-intentioned  effort, I’m sure as I’m sitting here my house won’t look like it’s supposed to for open houses which I hope to have next month. I’ve already decided I can’t “impersonalize” my house as one would expect.  It’s beyond my ability.  People will just have to dismiss my “stuff” and envision naked rooms with their possessions in them.


This is what my kitchen looks like.  I try to keep the clutter in the pantry.  The wood carvings on the wall are very old ceremonial wine dippers from the Phiippines.  I never look at them without chuckling about comments my good friend, the Crystal Queen, made regarding them. This was at the time when Duckwall’s was still downtown, and they had some small framed pictures for sale, nothing artsy at all. They were pictures like the kind you cut out of a calendar and slap in a frame.  She wanted me to get rid of my precious wine dippers and hang up a couple of those pictures.  I won’t let her forget that.  She just doesn’t appreciate my wine dippers!  I have numerous wood carvings throughout our house.  It’s a lot of what this house “is”.  My family has lived with them a long time so they like them.  Most of the carvings are ones Brit and I picked up in remote areas of our travels.  They may still be in evidence when I have a house showing.


The counter is used for buffets and family meals. This is where I keep my cookbooks. Most are treasures while some I can easily part with.  Most people use a computer and look up recipes as it’s easier.  That’s what I do, but I still love browsing through recipe books.  The Woodmode floor to ceiling cabinets in the back ground are in three sections.  Two are for dishes, the middle section is a pantry with pull out shelves.  It’s very cool.


I love my kitchen.  It looks small but it has tons of storage and it’s a very efficient place to work.  I had a large kitchen in our house on 8th street and it just wore me out.  There aren’t wasted steps in this kitchen and there is plenty of counter space.  Thousands of meals have been served out of this area.  I’ve seen Ally prepare food for 100 here without skipping a beat.  She loves this kitchen, and she’s worked in a good many of them to know.

We go from uncluttered to this: my catch-all place for kitchen “stuff”.  I call it my French pantry, because it is.


This is the one place in the house that I can’t “de-clutter”: a small section of my French pantry.   At the end, left of Drew’s Maker’s Mark, there is a large storage area replete with deep shelves.  To the right of this picture is the continuation of the shelves in this picture. There are about 6 shelves each 16 feet in length plus the two shelves at the back of this picture and the corner deep shelving….and floor for storage.


I guess you could call the pantry my “Alzheimer’s Test Palace”.  I really do know where things are in here.  It’s hard to take a picture of it because of its shape.  It holds a lot.  It’s where I keep my mixers, ice cream maker, Cuisinart, crockpots, cases of “stuff”, coffee pots, canned goods, condiments, spices, etal …all those things cooks generally put in  cabinets that are hard to get to.  I was standing beside the refrigerator when I took this picture.  You can’t see the French pantry until you are in it.  It’s not visible from the kitchen.


This is where my faithful companion and watch dog, Ringo, and I sleep.  I’m going to miss this room and Ringo who will be going to the farm to live with his cousins.

Stay tuned …  more on the house is bound to come.



Filed under: prairie musings, 1404 N.Douglas — Peg Britton @ 11:16 am

All these photos were taken by Joel Smith, J & J Photography, June 2012.   If you scroll down through other blog entries, you’ll find more photos of the house, both exterior and interior.  If you are seriously interested in over 3,000 square feet of luxurious living space, plus a similarly designed storage building on 3 acres in the City of Ellsworth, please call Ally at 785.472.7065 for further information.


Upper level loft bedroom…or office or study or sitting room…and roof top deck.


Another view of the upper level bedroom leading to the bridge and to stairs leading up another level and down another level.


Another view of the spacious loft bedroom and bath containing shower, lavatory and toilet.   The large deck is left of this photo though wide sliding glass doors.  If you like lots of filtered light and great views, this might be the house for you.


View from the loft bridge looking down into the living room.

Master bedroom.  This is a queen-size bed, but previously Brit and I had a king-size bed plus those same two bedside tables in this bedroom.  There is ample room for it.  Two sides of the room has a long bank of closets and the remaining walls holds a large chest of drawers…or “Chester” drawers as they are often called in these parts :) .   Ringo’s bed is on the floor at the right. The walker and fan were just temporarily placed there when Joel was here taking pictures.  He caught me by surprise.  When I told him I needed to “pick up the place”, he said to leave it as is as it looks lived in this way. That it does.


There are other shots of this lower level bedroom.  Just scroll down to other house entries and you’ll find them.  This overlooks the brick patio on the rear ground floor level.  The door leads to the bath and laundry on the left.  Straight ahead is the large family room.


Like new washer and drier.  The tub on the left has a shower and is enclosed.  A closet to the left also has a clothes chute to capture the clothes and kids that are tossed down from the master bath above.


This is the room I hesitate to show because it contains an accumulation of give away “stuff”.  I can say that it was once the most beautiful room in the house and can be again for the person who wants to restore it to a hot tub/plant room.  The connections for a large hot tub are still in the middle of the room.  There is a sink/water on the far counter below the shelves.  And, I had tropical plants that formed a canopy over the ceiling which is quite high and can’t be seen in this picture.  There are also 3 huge skylights and sliding glass doors leading to another “poop” deck.  This room connects through large sliding glass doors to the lower level bedroom.  It is a show piece for this house and I’m sorry you can’t see that in this picture.  Just use your imagination and perhaps you can visualize what a beautiful room it usually is.


Sorry about the clutter, but I needed a place to accumulate stuff for Goodwill.  You can see a corner of the storage shed outside the left window.  We use it for the mowers and attachments, etc.  A full bank of sliding glass doors is found behind Joel the photographer.

For additional pictures, keep scrolling down until to get to Chapter 1.



Filed under: prairie musings, 1404 N.Douglas — Peg Britton @ 5:16 pm

In case you might be interested…

I talked to my architect friend today who designs most of the major structures in mid to western Kansas to find out what it it costs for construction of residential homes.

A house he recently designed with bells and whistles cost  $300 a square foot when all was said and done.

Most good quality residential construction runs between $200 and $250 a square foot, he said.

Construction costs for bare bones standard homes is $160 to $180 per square foot.

Then you have the additional expense of a lot, utilities, etc.

If you hope to build in the country, acquiring land close to town is always an issue, plus drilling for water or connecting to Post Rock, connecting to the grid,  installing a septic system, roads and landscaping, etc.

So, there you have it.  I have a good idea what the replacement costs of my home would be.

Stay tuned…


Filed under: prairie musings, 1404 N.Douglas — Peg Britton @ 3:08 pm

Calendar for July 2012

This year, July has 5 Sundays, 5 Mondays and 5 Tuesdays.

I think I’ll call this my lucky month.  Someone is going to walk through my front door and tell me to move out.   Wouldn’t that be nice?
Stay tuned…



Filed under: prairie musings, 1404 N.Douglas — Peg Britton @ 4:47 pm


The Crow’s Nest.  This was the favorite place for my grandchildren to play “school” and “office” with Mackenzie as the teacher and supervisor.  Then they graduated to video games and later Texas Hold’m.  During college they returned for more card games. Brit and I loved to sit up here and watch storms roll in.


This is the way down….


And, down again…


And…down again until you are down as far as you can go.


After the first “down” from the Crow’s Nest you can cross the bridge and reach this loft bedroom/office  that overlooks the living room.  If you turn around and walk outside you’ll be on the top deck on the third level surround by tree tops.


At one time we could see the EHS football games from this deck, but the trees are much toO tall for that now.

You can see, perhaps, why this house that I love so much is hard to leave.  It’s just time for someone else to enjoy it as much as I have.

Stay tuned for more.



Filed under: prairie musings, Heritage turkeys/chickens, Ally Britton, 1404 N.Douglas — Peg Britton @ 11:55 am


Here’s my daughter, Ally Britton, the heritage turkey ranch rancher stylin’ with her brand new shiny rubber boots to protect her legs from her ardent followers who insist on pecking on her legs. Her dogs are learning the tricks of the trade in protecting the flock.

Does anyone want to tear down an old barn for the barn wood?  It was beyond saving (without investing a small fortune) when she bought the farm.


Ally and Maggie tending the flock.  Prior to her starting the turkey business, the farm had been used for dairy cattle and milk production for 100 years.


A miniature dinosaur: a priceless little remnant of earth’s beginnings…


And, as a reminder, my house is for sale.  Please pass the word along.  This is part of the lower level featuring an antique Brunswick snooker table that came from the Playmor in Ellsworth.  It should see some action before we move.

Stayed tuned…it’s getting interesting.



Filed under: prairie musings, 1404 N.Douglas — Peg Britton @ 12:31 pm

Ally is going to take care of all the details of selling our house.  She’ll be showing it so you can call her to schedule a walk through or longer stay.  Whatever you like. Her number is 785.472.7065 or you can email her here:  ally (at)


Photos by Joel Smith


Stay tuned…



Filed under: prairie musings, 1404 N.Douglas, Presbyterian Manor — Peg Britton @ 12:57 pm

Driving to Salina today in this horrible wind was like trying to keep a paper boat upright in a typhoon. Impossible.

I’m all signed up at the Presbyterian Manor for a one bedroom apartment deluxe.  The deluxe only means it’s  250 square feet larger than the one bedroom standard and doesn’t come with a view except for one night a year when the city has their fireworks.  Then I’ll have the best seat in town.  There aren’t many one bedroom deluxe apartments and the turnover is infrequent.  I’m just keeping my fingers crossed on getting one as otherwise I’ll just take something that is available and wait it out until the deluxe does become available.  The deluxe has 800 square feet with living room and bedroom each 16 feet square.  That’s enough for me and my books, music, computer, TV, bed and chair.

I really like the make up of the residents there as they range in age from 55 to well over 100.  They are living independently and are active.  The assisted living and the memory units are elsewhere on the campus.  Some residents are working in businesses in town.  One lady is 102 and has had a continuous paycheck all her life.  She goes to work every day at the Manor.  She plays the piano for the other residents during dinner hours and she’s very good.

Where I’ll be living is just another apartment complex full of interesting people only they are a little more selective who they admit as people stay for life.  It is anything except “an old folks home on the hill”.  There are some very talented, sharp people living there.   Noise isn’t a problem.  Many are married couples who grew tired of taking care of their yard and home.  There is plenty to do there, or nothing to do.  Whatever you choose.  It’s just a very nice apartment building that provides one meal a day, ample parking, security, transportation, emergency assistance, and various activities, among other things.

What’s not to like about that, I ask?  I’m looking forward to the change.

Now…back to finish unloading Brit’s desk of odds and ends.

Stay tuned…

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