410 E. Forest Hills Blvd. - Bugg-McBryde-Nashold House

35.979046, -78.911619

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George Watts Carr designed this house for Mr. & Mrs. Everett Bugg during the earliest phase of the Forest Hills development. Bugg owned and managed the Malbourne Hotel that was located on the site of the current Durham County Judicial Center on Main Street. During the 40s and 50s, Angus and Priscilla McBryde raised their family in the house. McBryde was a prominent pediatri- cian in Durham. He and his wife honored HPSD by serving as co-presidents of the Society in 1982-83. The Blaine Nashold family purchased the house in 1962, when Dr. Nashold came to Durham to serve on staff at Duke Hospital. Raising four children, they lived here for over forty years. Both the McBrydes and N asholds were charter members of HPSD. 

With its vantage point on a hill overlooking Forest Hills Park (originally the golf course), this house has one of the nicest locations in the neighborhood. Carr's design for the exterior of the house is an adaptation of the classic Colonial Revival style he used so often in Forest Hills. The front is asymmetrical with two large gables, one extending down over a porch to the main story and one punctuated with one of the house's three huge stone chimneys. Neighborhood lore has it that the chimneys are built of "Duke" granite, material quarried in Hillsborough for Duke University's West Campus. The flagstone terrace that runs the width of the front of the house is also an unusual feature. 

Another unusual material on this house is the green tile on the roof. Carr recognized that the weight of the tiles required a main roof beam of steel to support it, and the roof remains in good condition today. After a small back porch was destroyed during a recent winter storm, the current homeowners salvaged original tiles from its roof to have a reserve supply for repairs of the main roof. Inside the house, Carr used a classic floor plan with formal living and dining rooms flanking a central hall and a den at the back. Wainscoting in the hall, raised panels on the walls of the for- mal rooms, and French doors between the rooms add touches of elegance. The stone chimney on the front of the house vents the living room's large fireplace. Beyond the living room is a south- facing sunroom that the current owners have enclosed to allow year-round use.

On the north side of the house, the dining room features a built-in corner china cabinet. Under the carpet is a reminder of middle-class life in Forest Hills earlier in the 20th century: a now- inoperative foot-activated electric button to call servants to the table during meals. Beyond the dining room is a small breakfast room, perhaps once an open porch, which opens into the newly renovated kitchen. The current homeowners have incorporated the original butler's pantry into the expanded kitchen space and have opened the narrow back stairs designed for use by domestic servants to provide easy access by tHeir active family.

From the front entrance hall, an elegant arched doorway leads to a comfortable den. The fireplace here is vented by another "Duke" stone chimney on the back of the house. The fireplace mantel, original ceiling-high built-in bookcases, and doors and windows are painted white in contrast to the warm brown leather-look faux finish on the walls. 

The tree-shaded grounds surrounding the house are not large, but the view from the front terrace extends past the lawn and across the park on the other side of E. Forest Hills Blvd. At the rear, the 2004 homeowners have installed a large flagstone patio that is accessible from both the sunroom and the den. A stone staircase ascends the hill beyond the driveway that runs past the rear of the house. Although the top of the stairs seems to end at a giant oak tree, they must have originally created an easy path to the house next door. Another reminder of the close community formed in Forest Hills. 


Well, now I know where Dr. McBryde lived in Durham.  During the fifties, he and Dr. Webb had their practice on Chapel Hill St. near the now police headquarters area.  The Child Centered School was around there somewhere also, where I attended first grade,  but I cannot find the location today.  It was a private school but I found out what public school was like when I attended second grade at Edgemont school on Main St.  It was like going from heaven to hell and that changed my life forever.

I had Polio and many other illnesses that rendered a shot in the rear ever month or so, with a dull needle I might add.  Both doctors had the bedside manners of a pitt-bull and you could smell the medicine long before you got out of the taxi cab out front.  I cried in anquish as those two tried to keep me alive and I didn't know it was all a front, as they had many sick children to look after.  I grew up and the last time I saw Dr. Webb was at the old Methodist Retirement Home, where I had a painting contract for many years. She spoke to me, but did not have much to say on the past when I chose to bring it up.

Forest Hills was a shock to me when I first saw it at the young age of 16. Driving around all those streets and seeing all those huge houses was something I honestly didn't know existed.  I had never gotten very far from Edgemont on my bicycle and I thought everybody lived in Mill houses.  I fell in love with Forest Hills and would drive there almost every day after school, taking in all that grand living.  I also would go up Sycamore St. hoping to see a certain girl in my passing, but never did.  There was a huge mansion at the top of the hill though, so I would cross over into their driveway and wind up on Kent St.  It was something I must have done a hundred times, driving all over those hills and valleys in awe of another life I never had.

Today, I can still drive down University Dr. and feel what I felt back 49 years ago.  It was surreal for me and even the newly cut grass on the lawns smelled different than any others.  I will always have fond memories of a time when life was certainly slower and less confusing and dreaming of a girl was all I could do.

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