The house is named for the Haymarket Massacre, the event that sparked the recognizance of May Day as a pro-worker holiday.
Our Haymarket House sign bears two pine trees (not sure the significance) and a bomb (commemorating the massacre).
The bomb is not an incitement to violence. The bomb that triggered the massacre was never proven to have originated with the protestors, so the bomb on our sign is more of a reminder of how The Man screws us over.
But enough of that; house life is not that revolutionary, at least not in the way that the Haymarket protestors were.
This post is mostly here to give you two photos. This one is our room. The pile underneath the window is the stack of camping pads and blankets that comprises our nomadic bed until we can find a mattress (hopefully a free one, cast off by a departing UChicago student). We are in the midst of painting the room, and soon, I will be able to post the "after" picture to this "before."
This photo. is the basement kitchen, featuring an industrial range (complete with built-in fry griddle and newly-refurbished range hood) and a large central island for food prep for fifteen.
More photos of the house will follow, but these two spaces are where we are spending most of our time at Haymarket House.
Coming soon: Painting "After" pictures, and Django, the banana-eating cat.
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