Saturday, June 8, 2019

THIS OLD HOUSE


Since a kid I’ve always adored old houses, even abandoned broken down ones. It seems they all tell a story of the past when they were once full of life and love. Maybe because I lived in a beautiful old 1700’s house for a couple years before my parents divorced splitting up our family and us siblings but whatever the reason, I’ve always dreamed of living in one again. Growing up in a brick rambler subdivision and raising our 3 kids in the same neighborhood I grew up in, never changed my yearning and love for old farmhouses. Maybe that’s why I’m so obsessed with our new home and it’s old broken down outbuildings. My daughters hate the properties historic Outhouse and Smokehouse and often talk of tearing them down, but I love them! Even though they’re old they’re still strong, never leak, and are built better than anything in today’s mass production world! I can’t help but think back to the time when this house was young and all it’ s outbuildings a necessity instead of a burden needing demolishing. I believe houses have a story to tell, just as trees do, and there aren’t many around anymore to tell it! My home is more than a place I live, it’s a part of who I am and I feel like it was just waiting for the perfect time for my family to move in. We just fit it so well! Our furniture even fits perfectly with the era of the home. Yes, I furnished our 1960’s brick rambler with antiques LOL! I have found my final resting place right here on this little old farmhouse, and there’s even a cemetery on our road in which our family will be buried. The name of our road means “God helped us.” I’m not a Christian but if I did believe in a god I would think he brought us here to save us from that horrible 1960’s brick rambler neighborhood, and I would praise him mightily!


Our old springhouse turned into a tool shed


 Our old smokehouse provides weatherproof storage for our junk!


The outhouse is a perfect place for Steve's garden supplies






                                             The house we lived in before the divorce. 




My mother couldn't keep clothes on me and I was often found running free with my brothers English Setter and stick in hand! The property came with old broken down barns that I remember playing in.