In 1906 I was sold to Martha Daugherty. She was 22 years old at the time and her husband Henry was 27. They were beautiful, kind, brown people and I was very happy to be their house. Henry was a house painter ( I think he would have loved seeing me gold ) and Martha had a huge heart. Henry and Martha raised their niece Grace in me. She grew up to be a stenographer - Martha and Henry were so proud of her. The Daughertys lived here when the firehouse was built next door. I remember that building going up - I was already 36 years old. The firemen were wonderful guys but those sirens were LOUD.