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Beach House

My shot of the house
I started going through my vacation photos so I could make a couple of scrapbooks and I came across the picture I had taken of a little house that I've been admiring since 2002 when I walk the beach or walk to town.

Every time I pass this little vacant house all boarded up I seem to be drawn to it. It sits on a fenced empty lot with the front of the house facing the beach.            

I  point it out to whoever happens to be walking with me. So the night that I was walking to the Street Fair with Tom's friend and his wife I  pointed it out once again.  But his time I pointed it out to someone that knew some history of the house. She said, "That's the house that was in Top Gun." Remember the house that Tom Cruise and Kelly McGillis hooked up at... that's the house!

So I did a little research and found out that the house was built in 1887 by Henry Graves, a retired doctor when Oceanside was 4 years old. It's one of the oldest beach cottages in San Diego County. It was a rental until the city bought the property in 2005 and declared it a historic site.




Photo from the Oceanside Historical Society via Zillow

The city of Oceanside has talked about restoring the historic house as part of a $100 million beachfront resort and using it as a coffee house or retail. I guess I won't be moving in!

Happy Monday!





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