The form is simple, but the decoration pulls all the stops. The walking tour brochure lists John Waite as the first owner. I'm going to have to find out what the C is for. Someone must have liked pigeons.
One's the Georgian and the other, I believe, is the Collingwood. Sorry, but I wasn't about to dig through the remaining snow and slush to refresh my memory from the tile signs inset into the sidewalks. These are two, u-shaped buildings. The one on the left may be salvageable. ( I repeat, may. ) It's time for a reality check on this one, however. There's almost no realistic hope that it's ever going to be restored. Even remodeling it out of recognition would cost far too much to be feasable in our current situation. The Old West End has few failures in the preservation department. It might be time to see this as one of them and give up.
"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.”