Last week, one of our out of town readers, Patricia, emailed me saying that she had grown up in Fort Collins, and remembers her great grandparents house in the vicinity of the old Library on Matthews Street. After some dialogue back and forth, and a little digging on my part going through old phone books, I did indeed find her great grandparents house. Unbeknownst to her, and more than a little surprising to me, was the history involved with this little house. Her great grandparents, Theodre and Sarah Randolph lived in the home at 324 E. Oak Street. It turns out, this house happens to be the Mosman House, which is the first locally designated landmark home in the City of Fort Collins. This house was designed by renowned architect Montezuna Fuller in 1892 in the Eastlake Victorian Queen Anne style. The Mosman’s lived here until 1905, when they moved to Walden. This house is also listed on both the state and national landmark lists.
A for the Randolph’s, I don’t know exactly when they lived in the home, but they are listed as being there in the 194o phone book, as well as the 1956 phone book. Patricia tells me her great grandfather made string instruments for the orchestra. The following is a short story from her.
I remember a a small child going outside to my great-grandfather’s work shed and watching him work on pieces of wood and seeing the strings for the instruments hanging from pegs in the walls. At the time I did not understand what he was doing; it was much later in life that my grandmother told me about the violin I played in junior high and high school was one that he made and kept for himself. I remember my great-grandmother always “sushing” us and telling us not to bother great grandpa because he did not need little fingers helping. I have memories of him always smelling of wood shavings and my great grandma fuss at him about the wood dust he would bring into the house.Unfortunately my memories are few because my family moved to Europe when I was 8 and my great-grandparents died while we lived in Italy. I will always remember how I enjoyed going to my great grandparents home and picking fresh vegetables from the garden and eating them dirt and all, and climbing on the porch railing and picking peaches straight from the tree. My great grandma’s carrots were the best! Although my great-grandparents were quiet and reserved folks they were always loving and outwardly affectionate to me.
Thanks Patricia for sharing this story with us.