Lee McColgan’s career in finance was probably doomed as soon as he started visiting historic house museums. The first one he toured was the Fairbanks House, in Dedham, Massachusetts, the oldest surviving timber-frame home in America, built in 1637.
It was 2014, and McColgan was living in Omaha, Nebraska, where he worked as a sales representative for a large investment company. Despite a rural childhood in Vermont and an interest in visual arts and building, he had spent much of his adulthood working in a cubicle: five years of “jacking in” at a call center outside Boston, followed by several more as a Midwestern “external wholesaler” pitching mutual funds to financial advisers.
In quiet desperation, McColgan took up woodworking as a creative outlet, building an oak chest in his garage. That experience, and the visits he made to historic houses whenever he was back in New England, inspired him to reassess his life and envision a different future, working with his hands.
He especially appreciated the solidity of early Colonial-era building: the big, hefty beams that can last hundreds of years, so long as bugs and moisture don’t get them; the dry-stone foundations that won’t weaken as long as the roof is kept in good repair. He was obsessed with quality and hated “cheap stuff.”
In 2017, McColgan finally quit his finance job and began a fledgling new career as a contractor specializing in the preservation of historic homes and buildings. To teach himself the trade, he did something impractical and possibly ill advised: He bought a very old New England Colonial in rough shape and set out to restore it using period techniques.
Not only that, but McColgan and his wife, Elizabeth Bailey, decided to live in the house while it was a work zone and laboratory. That difficult, educational, ultimately transformative adventure is the subject of his new book, “A House Restored: The Tragedies and Triumphs of Saving a New England Colonial.”
“No kids and a supportive spouse,” McColgan, 43, said on a recent afternoon, explaining how he was able to embark on such a quixotic pursuit.
He was sitting in a high-backed armchair in the front hall of the antique home he bought and restored: the Loring House, built in 1702 for Thomas Loring III, in the town of Pembroke, Massachusetts. Dressed in jeans, a tight black T-shirt and sneakers, he looked incongruously modern in the early American interior, with its low ceilings, brick hearth and spartan Colonial-style furniture. It was a sunny afternoon, but the house had a shadowy coolness typical of homes of the period — premodern air-conditioning.