St Johns Wood, Queensland - Architecture

Architecture

St Johns Wood consists of predominantly detached housing. The "Granite House" is the original homestead in St Johns Wood. It is significant for its rarity because it is an 1860s house built primarily of granite quarried in the vicinity. The 1860s stone residence is significant for its aesthetic quality, craftsmanship and intactness, including the internal cedar joinery, skylight, plaster ceiling roses, stonework and original beech floors. The house and grounds are significant also for their landmark quality. It was added to the Queensland Heritage Register in June 2000. There are a number of pre-war "Queenslander" and "Ashgrovian" style houses that were built before the building boom of the post-war era, which resulted in many post-war style houses to be built. Some owners lived on-site in primitive single room dongas (ex army huts) for the duration of the construction of the main house, sometimes a number of years. In the 1960s and 1970s some new streets were developed and the architecture of those homes reflect the building style of that era. It was during this time that the Enoggera Barracks built a small number of brick and tile homes in land bordering their Barracks for their personnel, however these are all now privately owned. In recent times gentrification has resulted in houses that have been either significantly renovated or demolished to make way for a contemporary new house.

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