Sometimes you pick the house. More often, it picks you.
By Darryl Simmons
If you go to a book store you can usually find an arm load of home magazines. In fact, if you go to the Indigo down the road from me you can find six racks of them (I counted). So why start another?
Well, when I flip through those magazines I can’t find anything that treats me like a person; I’m a consumer. And I don’t like it. And I think that more than anyone else, heritage homeowners aren’t served by this model.
You don’t buy a heritage home for square footage, at least not entirely. If that was what you were worried about you’d probably have bought a development home in the suburbs — the one with slightly varied clones on every side for a five kilometre radius. You buy a heritage home because it has character, a story and, if you know what to listen for, a voice.
If that’s the home you live in why would you want a magazine that only concerns itself with decorations? Façades?
Heritage Home magazine grew out of Thornhill, Ontario, home to a remarkably preserved heritage village just off Yonge Street. It seemed only natural that we feature it to give you a look at our roots. We’ll feature a new heritage community on the site and in the magazine as we move forward.
We’ve modeled ourselves after Stickley’s The Craftsman magazine, which sought to espouse a lifestyle with depth in a magazine about furniture and architecture. It seems like an odd combination but it shouldn’t. Our homes are extensions of our lives — we need to regard them with depth or we’ll spend our lives never quite in control.
Heritage Home exists because it meets the needs of those who love them.