792 COUNTY ROUTE ONE – INVEST IN THE HEART OF PINE ISLAND, NY

792 COUNTY ROUTE ONE – INVEST IN THE HEART OF PINE ISLAND, NY

Twelve thousand years ago, the hamlet of Pine Island, NY was literally underwater as part of an inland sea created by the last ice age’s glacial retreat. It took many centuries to produce the sulfur rich soil that lies beneath as it also trapped Mastodons and fossils for posterity. But finally at the turn of the twentieth century, savvy European and Polish farmers used their knowledge and figured out how to drain the vast “mucklands” and convert it into viable farmland.

Today, Pine Island, well known for its “Black Dirt,” is a thriving hamlet on the brink of becoming one of the area’s top destinations. With the visual appeal of hundreds of scenic acres created by the draining of those “drowned lands, Pine Island offers a backdrop for locals and visitors alike. Nearby are wineries, craft breweries, golf course, sports center, shops and restaurantsall making Pine Island a great place to live and work.

792 County One, being offered for sale for the first time in decades, sits right at the heart of this community. With the unique layout of this 8,000 square foot+ building, there are numerous options for the investor with vision. Set on more than an acre at a prime intersection, currently there are five retail/office spaces and two residential apartments in its footprint. With a history that dates back to 1930 when it was a popular eatery, this renovated mixed use property has so much potential.

With easy access to Vernon, NJ, Warwick and Middletown, it is ideal for someone with a vision to continue to invest in the community right in the heart of Orange County, one of NY State’s fastest growing counties. What are you waiting for? Now is the time!

 

HOME SWEET HOME: A QUARTER CENTURY AT THE ONION HOUSE

HOME SWEET HOME: A QUARTER CENTURY AT THE ONION HOUSE

A QUARTER CENTURY AT THE ONION HOUSE

HOME SWEET HOME

HOME SWEET HOME: A QUARTER CENTURY AT THE ONION HOUSE…“Where do I sign?” Those were the first words I uttered when I walked into “The Onion House.” The year was 1990 and my husband and I were looking at upstate properties to buy. After living in Manhattan for nearly a decade, it was time for a change and I knew instantly this was it. First built in 1910, the renovated 2700 square foot barn had been used to store onions — not farm animals, hence the name “Onion House” that was posted on a sign near the front door. With high gorgeous natural wood ceilings, and distinctive windows that circumscribe the roof line, the private setting was adjacent to woods and a flowing creek. The interior also reflected today’s trendy open floor plan (one reason it apparently wasn’t selling back then!) But for us, it was perfect — our loft in the country and it would mark a return to Orange County, New York where we both grew up. “Don’t let them see how excited you are,” my husband Bob admonished… we’ll, screamed later when we were in the car heading back to the City. “I don’t care,” I said. “I don’t want to lose this house! This is our Home Sweet Home and someone else will get it!” Visions of losing that huge walk-in closet and the wonderful ambiance of the property created fodder for nightmares. And Bob was like the proverbial barnacle stuck to a pier, not wanting to leave the City. But miraculously, in 1991, many months later, the perfect pied a terre came into our possession, right on West 16th, the block where we had just spent four years. It would make the transition doable as they say. The timing was right and the Onion House had waited for us! The interest rates were high then – quadruple today’s percentage but we were ready and took the leap as first-time home buyers.

Fast forward 25 years. So many memories. Our wonderful son Ben raised here, attending kindergarten through high school in Florida, NY. The site of many parties, friends, family gatherings, magic shows, stomp rockets, cut lawns, dinghies in the driveway, and a cadre of cats, three still with us. Plus great neighbors, many also here during this whole time frame. Boy scouts marching in the local parades, homework and school concerts. Playing music and commuting. Working. Lives being lived.

Alas, now perhaps looking forward to another life chapter down the road, which means the dreaded downsizing. I watch the shows on Tiny Houses but don’t see how that can really be comfortable. Maybe in your 20’s yes… and it’s fine when we stay on our sailboat for a few weeks… That is close quarters but it’s fun and you are on the water and you know you are returning to “space” — a music room, a living room, a dining room (albeit we just eat there on Thanksgiving!), well you see where I am going. I’ve been spoiled. But the good news is that I’ve started getting rid of stuff. Extra crock-pots, a candelabra, and did I mention 15 bags of clothes so that now I can really walk back into to that walk-in closet? It’s a good feeling to pare down and I know it will be hard to leave when that time comes. As a Realtor, I’ve seen people hanging on to their home in a way that reminded me of how our toddler would grasp the side of the train set play table at the local toy store. You had to literally pry his fingers off one by one… and drag him out kicking and screaming. Well, that may be me too one day. A home is really a part of your heart and it will be hard to let go. But until then, I say enjoy where you live and you will always live well. Thanks, Onion House. It’s been a great quarter century! And oh yes, just to answer the question that everyone always asks: “Does your house smell like onions?” Answer: “Only when I’m cooking them!”  Ahhhh Home Sweet Home: A Quarter Century at the Onion House.