I was built in 1867 by Lewis T. Sanborn on the site where a parsonage and the Unitarian Society once stood. In 1864, my original house was struck by lightning and burned to the ground, destroying all the town’s church records. 50 years ago, I was struck by lightning again, but only suffered minor damage. Lightning rods now grace my roof.
This house, considered to be a timeless example of Victorian architecture, was home to descendants of the Sanborn family. Since I had been heated with coal, there’s a coal chute and bin in the basement. A narrow back staircase led up to the servants’ quarters. Just outside my back door is an in-ground metal container which was filled with garbage during World War II for local farmers’ pigs.