You hear the word neighborhood all the time. It falls flat anymore. There was a time in America where your neighborhood was your identity in many ways. In the Sheehan house neighborhood, neighborhood still means something. Here, its means a place where you are safe. A home. It means a group of people who stand up for and with each other. A place where kids bicycle safely up and down the streets, gather and play in the rain and splash in the creek when it runs. It’s a place to walk peacefully and safety any time, day or night. A place to sit on the front porch with a cup of coffee on a Saturday morning and greet your friends and neighbors. It’s a community within a community. You get to know, not only your neighbors but their dogs names as they pass by. It’s a place where you might open the door to find a neighbor had heard about your rough day and had brought you a warm apple pie just to say they care. We have a saying around here, that no one fights alone here and it is even more prevalent in this neighborhood. When the chips are down, we stand up and fight for you. It’s a place where the rest of the world passes you by while being loved as if you were family.
There is something about a tea party that just speaks to my soul. The very best china is set. Silver sparkles and shines. Lovely napkins adorn the table. There is a style, elegance and grace to a beautifully set table whether a dinner table, a tea table or buffet table.
The art of a tea party is delightful. The invitations are sent. The flowers are ordered, because who has a tea party without them? The linens have been starched. The sinful finger foods are laid on the doilies adorning the silver platters. The tea is hot and ready. Tiny crystal like sugar cubes glisten. Cream awaits to be poured. There is a quivering air of expectation.
The door bell rings! Ladies step into the room like gorgeous swaying tulips and irises, beautifully dressed and swaying with excitement.
Everyone is seated and prepared with their own scone, ribbon sandwich or niblet. The tea has been poured. Ladies slowly partake of an age old social tradition. Style and grace fill the room.
The Sheehan house is the perfect place to host a tea party or just a get together with your tribe!
A small city in 1882, named Osborne, sprang up at the foot of what is now proudly called “A” mountain. Cattlemen and railroaders living in tents were the start of what is now considered one of fifty safest cities in the United States. This small tent city was fed by a cool spring on land then owned by the Murphy brothers. The railroad, in need of water offered the brothers the right to call the settlement Murphyville in exchange for the use of the water from the spring. Murphyville was then registered as the new name with the Presido County Clerk, as the area was then part of said county. In 1888 the citizens petitioned for a name change to Alpine that was granted. The town continued to grow until 1921 when Sul Ross State Normal college was opened. This helped bring about huge changes to Alpine. City utilities were brought in. Streets were paved. In 1940 Big Bend National Park was created bringing more people into the area.
With a vast area of open lands surrounding Alpine there is a wildness here. You can drive for days and never see it all. The dry climate is great year round. The cool desert evenings in even the hottest part of the summer bring a respite that few places can match. Paired with the open skies full of stars most can only imagine, the area haunts souls with its magic.
This lovely adobe home is full of grace that speaks of an era long gone. From the 18 inch thick adobe walls to the original hard wood floors, it makes you feel like you have been taken back in time upon entering. The stately grace that fills the formal living room at the front of the home leaves you longing for grace and elegance. Furnished and decorated with family heirlooms, you feel the stresses of today’s world float away and a slow pace and calm come over you. You just want to sink into the front room setee and have a good gab with a friend.
The long galley kitchen has nourished countless people with so much more than food. If the walls could talk this family hub could tell tales of new babies, hardships and woe, giant joys and praises. It’s a central gathering place for soul food and food for the soul.
From the kitchen, you step into a back room that contains the dining area as well as the family den. The table can be found set with three generation old china and overflowing flower center pieces that are reminiscent of deep southern heritage, style and grace. Or, cards laid out for hours of family fun and play late into the night. There have been family gatherings of 20+ full of laughter, love, teasing and fun!!
The children play, within view of the dining area, in the den on the other end of this beautiful long room. The den offers an area of comfort and relaxation. The view through the six windows across the back room into the expansive back yard and of the big elm and Mulberry trees has the feel of being hidden away from town all while being at the very heart of it. A great place to binge watch your favorite show or gather with friends to watch the big game!
At the end of the den there is a door begging to be opened just to know what is on the other side. The quiet secluded office/crafts room just invites you to sit and find a project to while away the hours with.
Beside the office is a quaint bathroom with a large linen closet.
Behind the office/craft room is a darling bedroom with a long history. It was first a carport that was later converted into a beauty shop as was common at the time. Later this was joined to the home by adding the office/craft room. One can almost hear the whispers of ages of town gossip, friendly chats and the pouring out of hearts in this room.