The Pumpelly Estate

09/13/2026

Some people walk through the doors of 44 Front Street and somehow leave a piece of themselves behind. Nancy’s was already here.

This is Nancy Dyer.

Nancy grew up in this house. She knew these rooms long before they became The Pumpelly Estate — when 44 Front Street was simply home. She was also the last of the Pumpelly family to occupy the house, closing a chapter of its history that I now have the extraordinary privilege of caring for.

And this week, she came home.

She brought photographs. She brought stories. She filled in little pieces of this house that no deed, newspaper clipping or history book ever could. We sat together and talked about the people who lived here, the rooms as she remembered them, the moments that happened within these walls.

We laughed.

We cried.

And somewhere along the way, history stopped feeling like history.

It became alive.

There is something almost indescribable about sitting with someone who remembers your home before it was yours — hearing her memories while standing in the very rooms where they happened. For someone who loves this old house as fiercely as I do, it was nothing short of magic.

But the greatest gift Nancy gave me wasn’t a photograph or a story about Pumpelly.

It was Nancy.

Somehow, the last Pumpelly to call 44 Front Street home has become my “Mamma Number 4” and one of the most treasured humans I’ve had the privilege of getting to know.

Funny how an old house can do that.

It doesn’t just hold people.

Sometimes, more than a century later, it brings them back together.

Welcome home, Nancy. ❤️

44 Front Street remembers you.

09/13/2026

09/04/2026

They simply don’t build entrances like this anymore.

The millwork. The leaded glass. The sweeping staircase just beyond the door. More than a century later, and she still knows how to make an entrance.

Some things are worth preserving.

Pumpelly.

08/29/2026

Tucked beneath the trees, with the Susquehanna just beyond.

From the ground, you see the Carriage House.
From up here, you see the whole story.

A century-old estate hidden beneath a canopy of green. Lawns that lead toward the river. An old Carriage House that once served a very different purpose, now opening its doors for dinners, celebrations, weddings and whatever comes next.

We’ve spent a lot of time looking down lately—at old floors, old boards, old photographs and all the little pieces of this place we’re trying to preserve.

Every once in a while, it’s nice to look up.

Or, in this case… way up.

Welcome to The Pumpelly Estate.
History below. The Susquehanna beyond. And a whole lot more story still to come.

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08/28/2026

Some houses are decorated. Others are collected.

A piece found here. A treasure uncovered there. Silver that catches the afternoon light, old china that was simply too beautiful to leave behind, and chandeliers that have been glowing over this house far longer than we have.

At Pumpelly, it’s the layers we love most — the slightly mismatched, wonderfully impractical, quietly beautiful things that make an old house feel like home.

Nothing too perfect.
Nothing too precious.
Just a house with 124 years of stories… and plenty of room for a few more.

Welcome home. 🤍

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08/27/2026

08/27/2026

Same house. Different century.

The earliest photograph we have of The Pumpelly Estate — and proof that she’s always known how to pose for a picture.

The landscaping may have changed. The trees certainly grew up. Generations came and went.

But that roofline. Those windows. That porch.

Still unmistakably her.

There’s something extraordinary about standing on the same steps where people stood more than a century ago and realizing we’re just one little chapter in a very long story.

We’re taking good care of her.

And occasionally wondering what she knows that we don’t. 😉

Welcome Home to The Pumpelly Estate.

08/26/2026

Allow us to introduce the unofficial management team at Pumpelly.

Jinx & Kiamesia — Kai for short 😉, named after the lady of the house.

Their qualifications include enthusiastically greeting every arrival with a bark and a wagging tail, supervising all porch activity, occupying whichever piece of furniture they please, and possessing an alarming talent for escaping the grounds.

There have been dogs at Pumpelly for generations. These two are simply the latest to believe the entire estate belongs to them.

And frankly?

They may be right.

Spoiled rotten. Loved ridiculously.
My forever escape artists. 🖤🐾

Happy National Dog Day from The Pumpelly Dogs.

08/20/2026

There’s owning an old house.

And then there’s realizing the old house has plans for you.

Somewhere along the way, Pumpelly stopped feeling like a property we purchased and started feeling like something we were responsible for carrying forward.

Lately, that has meant opening doors, pulling up carpet, asking a lot of questions, finding a few surprises underneath things we probably shouldn’t have touched 😏 — and slowly figuring out what the next chapter of this place should look like.

Not newer.

Not perfect.

Just loved, useful, full of people again…and still unmistakably Pumpelly.

So if you’ve noticed things looking a little less polished around here lately, that’s because we’ve rolled up our sleeves.

There’s work happening behind these blue doors.

And I have a feeling you’re going to want to see what we find.

Welcome home. 🤍