Straight ahead, you’ll spot a one-story red brick house trimmed in white, nestled behind a cluster of slender trees and a white picket fence-just follow the path leading right up to its welcoming porch.
Now, take in the Hyrum and Selma Erickson Jacobson House, standing here since 1914-back when folks got around in wagons and a block of ice in the kitchen was your refrigerator! Imagine that porch bustling with stories, laughter, and maybe a squirrel or two scolding the gardener. Its red bricks, tucked firmly on ashlar granite blocks, weren’t always painted this way; over the years, brush after brush covered the bricks and even turned the mortar joints white, giving this place its cheery pop of color. Even though it’s modest in size, look closer and you’ll find fanciful Victorian Eclectic touches-like the delicate trim and the quirky attic vent watching you from above. This little house was special enough to get its own spot on the National Register in 1999. Picture chilly Sandy winters, candlelight flickering in the window, and Hyrum or Selma returning home after a long day, feet sore, hearts warm, not suspecting their home would someday be treasured by history buffs. Talk about a “brick” in the story of Sandy!
