We found the perfect spire for our belfry today.
[Well, if that ain’t a sentence you don’t hear every day.]
We went junking at “Wisconsin’s Finest” antique flea market (leave it to a marketer to describe flea-anything as “fine”) in Elkhorn, Wisconsin. More than 500 dealers laid out their vintage Mason jars, wooden snow shoes, rusty farm implements and galvanized buckets at the county fairgrounds in an event that occurs only four times a summer. I’ve been waiting for this first showing of the season for seven months.
Tyler asked me what I was looking for, and I said I just wanted to look, which typifies the gender differences in shopping. A man hunts for something specific, a woman looks around until something catches her eye.
As it turned out, a spire caught Tyler’s eye. This steel spire with Victorian era fleur-de-lis detailing had been salvaged from the turret of a decrepit late 1800s mansion in Vilas County, Wisconsin.
We’ve discussed over the past year how we wanted to finish the top of the belfry (it’s now just flat above the top shingles), and we’d sort of determined we wanted to replace the spire that was once on top of it. Tyler sourced a manufacturer of fiberglass spires for traditional churches, and we thought we might pursue that when the time came. Just the pointy top, no cross.
We liked the size of this beauty (about six feet) and the fleur-de-lis detailing. Fleur-de-lis is French for flower of the lily; it’s a stylized emblem of the French monarchy that appears in all sorts of modern design. Though it has no Victorian details, our building was built in the late Victorian era, about the same time as the mansion from which the spire was salvaged.
Our junk spire needs a bit of straightening and a coat of rust-proof paint. We’re thinking we might paint the petals gray and the rest of the spire white.
Tyler is working on siding the garage right now, but after that, he’s focusing on siding the belfry, so for now our new-old spire awaits its new home in our great room.
As we were leaving the fairgrounds with our booty, one woman remarked, “I hope you didn’t pay what it’s marked” (we didn’t, you flinty tightwad) and another woman said “how cool it that!” (thank you for noticing our good taste).
I didn’t know what we’d find today, but I’m so pleased, I’m marking my calendar for next month’s finest flea market!
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Today’s headline is the first line from a poem by Thomas Gray: Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College.
4 thoughts on “Ye distant spires, ye antique tow’rs”
Very cool and the fleur de lis is my favorite of all time symbols! We missed yesterday’s flea market because we just signed closing papers on a new house in Pell Lake on Friday (we can walk to Upper Crust in 2 minutes)! I will definitely be looking for new treasures next month!
Congratulations on your house! Tyler and I, believe it or not, have not tried Upper Crust yet — we’ve heard such good things!
Very cool; a lucky find! I look forward to seeing it in place!
If only it would quit raining for more than 10 minutes at a time! Getting there. Slowly.