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There once lived an unusual boy who grew up in a little town called Rising Sun right on the Mason Dixon line.
It’s a town bordering Maryland and Pennsylvania, considered the distinguishing line between the North and South during the Civil War. The boy liked to go with his parents when they would visit other people’s homes. He felt a spark of excitement seeing how other people lived. The color of their walls, their choice of furnishings, the treasures they displayed. He felt their homes told a lot about them. What fascination! He liked the feeling of it all.
Because the boy was kind and rather well behaved, his parents afforded him quite a bit of freedom. He would often imagine in his bedroom, as most children do. Once, upon a whim, he painted his room a putrid shade of milk chocolate. It was an act of haste, but he was proud of his work. He treated his room well, often buying things for it — in a quest to make it alluring and interesting and beautiful.
All the while, the boy grew and his parents didn’t limit him. They were accommodating and understanding of the boy's peculiarities. Parents who understand children are to be commended.
The tiny three bedroom rancher where the boy lived was rural, atop a hill, and surrounded by lush woodlands. The boy’s favorite place was the deep woods and a little creek called Love Run. The boys best friend, Jeff Wilson, would join him on adventures constructing forts and climbing trees. The two built dams and worked at being children, at indulging their imaginations. The boy loved nature and the organic beauty of thick blades of grass, tall trees, fresh air, and the sweat of the season. All summer long the two would rise early in the morning, racing to go explore secret worlds, stopping only to salute their day's work when night would fall. Fireflies flickered their light as a reminder that other worlds were getting ready for bed. It was a different time. The boy grew up with sensitivity and strength—and an interior perspective so rich and rare that it couldn’t be hidden. It had to be shared.
The boy’s father had four sisters, each one unique, strong, and smart. They were called free thinkers back then. Part of their beauty was that they came from humble beginnings, as most good things do. To the boy, they were larger than life. He needed them. For the boy's aunts encouraged his talent and creativity—complimenting his abilities and differences. They found his curiosities to be worthwhile and valuable. That’s the thing about free thinkers—they see the goodness and possibility where others simply cannot.
The boy’s childhood wasn’t easy. He knew he was different because he sensed it. With time, though, the boy would discover that what made him different also made him special. For every person who didn’t understand him would come along someone who did. That’s the hard stuff of growing up—the waiting.
One of the boy’s aunts married a man who owned a furniture store. Eventually the boy’s father entered the furniture business, too. Another of the boy’s aunts became married to a man with a chain of grocery stores in Philadelphia’s Main Line area. Their home was in an exclusive suburb. During frequent visits, the boy would wander the sprawling home and memorize every detail. The colors, the space, the layers. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. It was a pivotal experience. He couldn’t wait to know how much larger the world was. He wanted to see it all—learn how to recreate, materialize with poetic precision the exhilaration of interior beauty of home, of identity.
David Lyall is a great storyteller, and an exceptional Interior Designer, masterfully unifying tactile and visceral worlds.
David’s mother and father, Walter and Linda Lyall, along with his uncle Clyde Hall founded Buck Home Furnishings in 1979. It began as a small rural furniture store serving the local community. In 1982, David’s parents became the sole owners. After numerous expansions, in 2005, David was presented with the opportunity to purchase the family business. In doing so, he added professional interior design services to express his talent and to serve a niche market.
Within a short period of time, David’s reputation and the demand for his services grew. He quickly expanded his team to include multiple associate interior designers. The company became known throughout Central Pennsylvania for its creative and imaginative interiors.
“What is a design showroom doing out here in Buck?” was a frequently asked question.
“We always knew who we were. We were a showroom in the middle of a cornfield across from a Tractor pull. An anomaly for sure, but I always had faith in my abilities and I knew how to create beautiful spaces, beautiful rooms, and in a way that I felt was unique.”
This year marks a new chapter in Lyall’s story. With a new company name (David Lyall Home & Design) and in an effort to better serve his growing clientele, he renovated a historic century-old tobacco warehouse and moved his team from bucolic Buck to downtown Lancaster. He finally feels at home. “The new showroom is full of beautiful things that are a little different and a bit more refined,” Lyall says with an all knowing smile.
And the boy who was seeking beauty never grew old.