This very old house

It was a big move. I am still settling in to so many new things.... (one being that is is 6 below zero this morning) Some days, I will admit, I am completely lost, strangely orphaned. But there are stories here. Old stories to tell anew....

Our house was built in 1927. We are the third family to live here. There are a few things, well, actually almost every single thing hasn't been updated or cared for since the Carrs moved in in 1963. And "update" is a generous word.

So, the basement was a dungeon, we are slowly resurrecting it, at least to be able to store things. The original garage that became a "rec" room in 1963 will be my husband's new office. The kitchen, well, that's going to be a very long story.

For now, we've abated the asbestos, treated the mold, ripped out the sexy wood paneling. We do need to get back to our work...

But there are some things that must stay - reminders of the lives that were lived here.

In the attic, in the far corner, along with some poor squirrel's remains, four photos. The Roterings, I presume.


On one basement panel door, numbers and dates going back to 1935. Coal allotments? Temperatures? "18 -, Cold, 1/6/36"

On the door to the closet that housed the weathered, crumbling storm windows, heights, notched: "Steve, August 64.... Peg, August 66"


On the one hand I am overwhelmed by the tasks and the expense before us. Why didn't they take better care of this place? How could they live with these mickey mouse kitchen cabinets? The rain seeping in in places, the trashed pulleys, frames and sashes of the windows, the toxic carpet on the stairs and landing.

And then, the house stills me, embraces me. It

s beautiful bones are intact. The radiators still keep it cozy and warm. The woodwork is gorgeous, original. The windows fill the place with light even on the crummiest days.  The floors are stunning, even with all the assaults of time and family.

And then there's the laundry chute, someone's slip still caught between floors. The tiny phone alcove by the front stairs. 


There's the antique ice fishing drill and barb


There is time. There has already been all this time.

I am thinking this will feel like home very soon.



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    posted 2018-11-06

Balloon Girl
    posted 2018-10-08

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    posted 2017-06-07

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    posted 2017-03-09

This very old house
    posted 2016-12-13

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    posted 2016-12-01

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