Hannah Barker House
Barker lived a great part of her life in a stately home on a large lot in the Highland Lawn subdivision she developed. The original house, located at 800 Arapahoe Avenue (originally 743 Valley Road), was likely built in the late 1870s. Subsequent additions to the house were built by Ezra Barker in Italianate style, with a small front porch and distinctive cupola. The grounds featured an attractive iron fence, still in evidence on the property today. Barker made significant additions to the house in the 1890s, adding a prominent wrap-around porch and side addition and modifying the structure’s window openings.
On her death, Barker willed the house to her longtime friend, Mary Davidson, who had lived with Barker in the house for many years. Davidson resided in the house until her death in 1923. During the 20th Century the house had been used as a single family residence and an apartment building with as many as six units. At one time, plans were made to use the Hannah Barker House as a bed and breakfast.
On December 30, 2010, the previous owners donated the Hannah Barker House to Historic Boulder, Boulder's first permanent non-profit dedicated to Historic Preservation. The gift was the culmination of several years of collaboration between Historic Boulder, the previous owners, and the City of Boulder. Boulder's City Council unanimously designated the Hannah Barker House as an individual landmark on March 17, 2009. Historic Boulder plans a major project to restore the Hannah Barker House spearheaded by a talented all-volunteer committee.
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