My sis and her family rented a house outside Hickory for some years that was most interesting: two houses had been moved together and united, one from the Revolutionary period and one from Civil (which it wasn't:) War times, brick and clapboard respectively.

The thresholds of the Civil War times house were Carolina pine, two feet wide and worn down in the middle from countless feet. In the hall of the Revolutionary War times house was a gun mount(?) rack(?) that had the two rests farther apart than modern rifles are long. And the fireplace interiors were tall enough that I could stand inside just by bending my neck a bit.

In the attics lived black snakes that kept the varmints down; they climbed up there by way of the ivy-covered trellises. There was a very old Osage Orange hedge around the front yard of the house.

Gotta warn you though, Bobert, that their books got mouldy in the bookcases. It do get hoomid there.

The house later came up for sale and they had wanted it but in the meantime they had built a new house, just outside Newton. Hickory, not far away, is the county seat.