Vintage Crimson

Adventures in Restoring Antebellum Houses in Tuscaloosa, Alabama.

Category: Home Renovation

“Very Fashionable”

The Drish House has hosted many elegant parties in its long history. Ladies in fashionable attire are nothing new. In this tradition, I would like to share a beautiful fashion shoot featuring lovely models in the Drish House. Thank you to Robert Sutton and my friends at Tuscaloosa Magazine.

“An Energetic, Ambitious Woman, With … Ordinary Opportunities”

Another famed American photographer who visited the Drish House was Frances Benjamin Johnson (1864-1952).  Frances, or “Fannie”, was a one of the earliest American female photographers and photojournalists.  She was also something of a  ‘character’.



Fannie Johnson was the only surviving child of wealthy and well-connected parents and an independent, strong-willed woman.  She studied art at the Academie Julian in Paris and was given her first camera by George Eastman, the inventor of Eastman Kodak cameras.  She received early training in photography and dark-room techniques from Thomas Smillie, director of photography at the Smithsonian Institution.  Still in her twenties, Fannie opened a studio in Washington DC and made many famous portraits, including those of Alice Roosevelt, Susan B. Anthony, Mark Twain and Booker T. Washington. The self-portraits above and below show that she was also not afraid to turn the camera lens on herself.  As her fame and reputation grew, she received more and more important commissions.  Eventually becoming the official White House photographer for the Harrison, Cleveland, Mckinley, T.R. Roosevelt and Taft administrations.


In 1897, Fannie published a article in Ladies Home Journal entitled “What a Woman Can Do With a Camera.”  Apparently, this woman could do quite a lot.  She urged women to consider careers in photography. “To an energetic, ambitious woman with even ordinary opportunities, success is always possible,” she wrote, adding that “hard, intelligent and conscientious work seldom fails to develop small beginnings into large results.”  Now there is a advice we all need to take!

In the 1920s, Fannie became increasingly interested in photographing architecture, motivated by a desire to document buildings or gardens which were falling into disrepair or threatened by development.  In 1933, she was given a grant by the Carnegie Corporation to document the early architecture of Virginia, and she was to receive five more Carnegie grants to document the architecture of the American South. Collectively these photographs (more than 7,100 images) are referred to as the “Carnegie Survey of the Architecture of the South.”  They are housed at the LIbrary of Congress.


As part of the Carnegie Survey, Fannie visited Tuscaloosa, Alabama in 1939 to photograph the Drish House. Her images are stark and majestic.


Fannie Johnson was named an honorary member of the American institute of Architects for her work to photographing historic buildings.  She moved to New Orleans in 1945, having acquired a love for the South, and she continued working there until her death in 1952.

Demolition Day – Southside Baptist Church

I thought this video was amazing.  You can see the demolition of the Southside Baptist Church addition to the Drish House.  The addition is the three story red brick structure at the left in the photograph below.  It served as the sanctuary for Southside Baptist after their congregation outgrew the original sanctuary on the first floor of the Drish House.




Here is the video, the narrator is my sweet friend Katherine Richter, Executive Director of the Tuscaloosa County Preservation Society:


And here is a photograph showing the side of the Drish House after demolition is complete.



Demolishing the addition was a painful (and painstaking) first step toward the restoration of the Drish House.

“Once in a Lifetime”

If you are around my age, chances are that “Once in a Lifetime”, the Talking Heads existentialist classic from the album “Remain in Light”, was one of the defining songs of your youth.  Now that I am (sigh) middle aged, I think of it less in terms of sacrificed ideals, and more in terms of sheer reality.  We all ask ourselves David Byrne’s question, “How did I get here?”   Or, in my case, how did I come to possess this beautiful old house?  Here’s the story.



Southside Baptist Church flourished in the Drish House for many years, even adding two additions (seen in the above photograph) to accommodate their congregation.  However, as more of their membership moved away from the downtown area, church attendance began to decline.  Without funds to maintain the entire church property, the congregation retreated into the large addition and sealed the off the Drish House, using it for storage.

In 1990, the church sought estimates to tear down the house. However, the $30,000 in estimated demolition costs was well above their budget.  Unable at last to maintain any part of the property, the church leased it to the Heritage Commission of Tuscaloosa County.

The Heritage Commission continued using the Drish House as storage for architectural elements salvaged from other houses, including some items believed to have been made by Drish slaves. They boarded the windows and doors, and for seventeen years the house was closed, enormous and silent. At last, the Heritage Commission lost its funding, and the house was once again in danger of demolition.

In 2007, city inspectors found the property to be in complete disrepair and threatened to condemn it.  The Drish House had been invaded by bats, birds and other pests.   The floors were covered in refuse and some areas had rotted through.  The drop tile ceiling had collapsed in several rooms.  The electricity and plumbing no longer worked.  The Tuscaloosa County Preservation Society (TCPS) stepped in just in time to save the house from demolition.

The house had to be cleaned and stabilized. Where once ladies in silk gowns and gentlemen in fine coats had walked its halls, workers in Haz-Mat suits were found cleaning toxic debris.  The roof was repaired, the house resealed and the floors patched. The awkward additions were torn down, and the house stood alone again in the middle of its circular lot.

In 2008 the house was host to a special event for the University of Alabama.  Over 100 faculty and students had a chance to tour the the house which had been inaccessible for so many years.  In another instance, over 300 attendees turned out for “An Evening With Dr. Drish”, a fundraiser hosted by the TCPS.

In 2013, I entered the picture.  The TCPS was seeking a new owner for the Drish House, and I was approached by its Executive Director.  We entered negotiations and in May 2014 I became to new owner of a piece of Alabama’s history.

“And you may find yourself in a beautiful house…

And you may ask yourself

Well..How did I get here”









Southside Baptist Church



During the Great Depression, there was a revival in American spirituality.  Many churches were expanding as their memberships grew.  Originally a ministry of First Baptist Church of Tuscaloosa, Southside Baptist Church was organized in 1921 as an independent congregation with 73 founding members.   In 1940, the church purchased the Drish House from the City of Tuscaloosa for $4,000.00.  Services began there in 1942.  The two year interim was spent altering the house to fit the needs of its new owners.  The Drish House was transformed once again.


The Baptist church did not allow ornamentation, so the elaborate plasterwork was ripped away.  The walls separating the cross hall from the double parlors were removed so that the newly enlarged space could be used as a sanctuary.  The wide heart pine floors were replaced with narrow oak planking.  The dining room was converted into a church kitchen, with an original door cut in half to become a ‘Dutch’ door to allow for serving food.  In the kitchen, the wood floors were covered in linoleum and a door was fitted into the former dining room window.


The interior of the upper story was completely gutted and rearranged into a dozen small Sunday School rooms around the perimeter of the floor.  The ceilings were dropped with the installation of acoustic tile and fluorescent lighting was installed.


The few remaining shutters were removed from the exterior of the house, along with the bulk of the brackets and trim.  Even the columns were re-plastered to remove their delicate fluting. Only the top of the tower was left untouched. The six-over-six windows were removed and replaced with large paned two-over-two windows.  Dr. Drish would have been shocked at the changes to his former home, but he would have been pleased to meet its new occupants.


I have enjoyed hearing from some of the former congregants of Southside Baptist Church; they have such heartwarming memories. Some are found at…/remembering-southside-baptist-…

It seems to have been a wonderful church with amazing people and a deep spiritual life.  To me, this community of Christians seems underserved in the documented history of the Drish House and I would like to change that.  If you were a member of Southside Baptist I would love to have you share your stories or photos!

“Glory Days”


Monroe Place, the Drish plantation that included the Drish House, was sold at public auction in 1869, as Dr. Drish had died an impoverished man.  The plantation and house were purchased by a Northport, Alabama merchant and lawyer named E. A. Powell.  Mr. Powell graciously allowed Sarah Drish to continue living in the house until her death fifteen years later.   Sarah’s stepdaughter, Catherine, moved out of the house after her father’s death and went to live with one of her sons. Once one of the wealthiest women in Tuscaloosa, it is easy to imagine that Sarah Drish lived out her life in lonely genteel poverty, as her once grand house fell into disrepair.  Although it is hard to guess her emotions about the house, as she grieved for her husband and former life, I am sure she was saddened by its decline.  Perhaps she saw the house as a metaphor for her own aging.  They were both the products of a South that no longer existed.

After Sarah’s death in 1884, the house soon caught the eye of a another lady, a friend of Sarah’s, who was to give it an injection of new life.  Mr. Powell sold the estate to The Tuskaloosa Coal, Iron and Land Company in 1887.  The company subdivided the old plantation and started building houses on the lots.  The house itself was sold to Judge William Cochrane.  He  and his family subsequently undertook a major renovation.  On May 3, 1888, The Tuscaloosa Gazette reported “Mr. Cochrane is having valuable improvements made to the old Drish place which will ad much to the grandeur of that beautiful mansion.” The renovations took about a year to complete.  The work was primarily on the interior of the house, since no large scale architectural changes were made. Mrs. Cochrane likely modernized the kitchen and redecorated.  I like to think that she and I are kindred spirits, both us seeing potential in the Drish House!  The Cochrane’s were to live in the house until 1903.



The Many Faces of the Drish House

The Drish House has a colorful past.  It has been a home, a school, an auto parts store and a church.  Here are some historic photos of its many faces.  Views of both the front and rear facades are included.





“Hey Ya’ll, Watch This!”


“Hey Ya’ll, Watch This.” is more than the punchline to an old joke, it s a comment on southern character.  We in the south are nothing if not stubborn.  Just because something is difficult (or crazy) doesn’t mean we won’t jump in and give it a try.  So, I would like to announce that I have taken on a task thought by many to be impossible – renovation of Tuscaloosa’s famous Drish House.

I am sure I can hear ya’ll laughing…and these may be famous last words.  But, I have fallen for another old house and I am determined to find it a place in our new century.





view of the front (north) facade.

I have been the owner of this old house for about two weeks, but it has been on my mind since I first toured it last fall.  My friends at the Tuscaloosa County Preservation Society had owned the house since 2007 and were looking for someone to guide it into the 21st century.  I am honored that they have entrusted me with this task.

There will be much more to come – “Hey Ya’ll. Watch Me Do This – Again.”




I like to think of myself as an intelligent and observant person.  So, imagine my recent surprise upon discovering an enigma in my old house.  I have spent so much time in 815 17th Avenue that I should know every crack and cranny intimately.  Nevertheless, I have found this large keyhole-shaped opening.  What could it be?

As you can see, it is located just to the left of the front door on the interior.

It can’t actually be a keyhole.  It’s the wrong size and the in the wrong position.  Anyone know what this can be?

The Devil Is in the Details


Clearly, this table has not been used for dining in quite some time.  For the past several months, my dining room has been “command central” for the renovation of my old house. There has been a surprising amount paperwork involved.  It is sweat equity of a different kind.

Today I celebrated a milestone along the paper trail.  I completed the third and final phase of my application for a Historic Preservation Tax Credit. This tax credit is a wonderful program administered by the National Park Service.  If your renovation qualifies, you can receive a Federal tax credit worth 20% of your total qualifying renovation costs.

There are three phases of the application.  Each of them involved lots of photos, explanations, schematic drawings and math!  I am a historian, and you may have guessed that math is not my strong suit.  As I was completing the invoice totals for phase three, I overheard one of my sons cautioning another to avoid the dining room, “because mom is doing math in there.”  Nevertheless, I perservered and mailed the application this morning.  I am a bit nervous, after all a substantial amount of money is at stake, and I do have two sons at university.  Wish me well.

Soon, my dining room will revert to its original purpose.  I will organize all my records and pack them away.  A day will be spent dusting and polishing the furniture.  But the first meal eaten there will be bittersweet.  I will miss the chaos of renovations.

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