The James Croft
Built in 1913, the charming and quaint James Croft in Phillipsburg, Montana, has a long history of stories to tell. Embedded deep in the plaster walls are years of laughter and tears. Holidays, family gatherings, children playing, adults discussing important news and events...you can almost hear it in the quiet evening.
There is a sense of peace at the James Croft. Years of family togetherness fill each nook and cranny and today the James continue the tradition. The home is a wonderful blend of then and now. The warm earth tone colors with a splash of vivid red invite visitors to come in, unplug, and just relax.
In yesteryear, residents stomped up the backstairs to the enclosed back porch, divesting themselves of their winter garments before entering the kitchen—the hearth of the home. Guests of the James Croft enter the same way.
Some favorite features—the comfy living room, the claw foot tub, the wood trim, crystal chandelier in the main bedroom, the touches of art and splashes of color, and the French doors for the main bedroom.
Of course, my favorite room--the front porch, where visitors were welcomed. The enclosed porch invites guests to hang out and enjoy the quiet neighborhood, enjoy a cup of coffee while reading the morning paper, or let the stories it has to tell unfold.
The modern touches are just enough to add some of today's conveniences, while maintaining the details that keep the old charm of this well-loved home. And your hosts, Michael and Rita, make sure you have everything you need for a relaxing stay.
Their welcome letter on the banquet side table says, "Make yourself at home ....we hope that your stay here will be relaxing and enjoyable.” They advise visitors, “slow down and everything you are chasing will come around and catch you.”
The James Croft home is a great place to just kick back and enjoy the solitude of a good life. Phillipsburg is a small and delightful town with friendly people and the world’s greatest (and busiest) candy story, full of yummy goodies. This was a great place to regenerate and let go, to remember the moments of just being.
by Karla Locke
Short Stories of passion, of life, of people.