The home is on the National Registry of Historic Places, but the blessing is that I learned this after much research and work. It was built in 1923 and has withstood many, many storms. Uniquely, she didn't flood during Katrina, but the word on the street was that the chicken that the port brought in was all around the neighborhood making for one big mess. Fortunately, we have moved from that terrible time and now again hear the trains whistle (yes, several times a day), feels like moving back in history. Gulfport is gorgeous, with grit and interest. I love it.