Sometimes, there really IS more to a home than photos. There are sounds. I have often advised people to drive to a neighborhood they are interested in, park the car, roll down the windows and LISTEN to the neighborhood.
Of course, this being the Dallas urban suburban clone we have become, you will hear traffic, sirens, ambulances, firetrucks and honks. It’s part of what I call the urban waterfall: it lets me know that others are nearby. As much as I love my ranches and the country, sometimes the quiet out there is just spooky.
But there is another sound you don’t get in every part of town, or you hear only faintly: church bells. Nothing is as soothing or beautiful, at least to me. Perhaps it brings back memories of the home my grandmother had (owned 100%, Roosevelt helped her save it, she said) right next to a Catholic Church. The bells rang every hour on the hour.
So when I left 4939 Harvest Hill Road, I paused to hear the bells of Jesuit clearly — not over-powerful, but beautiful chimes you would hear every day if you lived in this neighborhood. That, to me, is a huge plus for this home and neighborhood. (more…)