A good house

Remember this? Go on and take a moment to read it if you haven't already... There's no rush, so take your time; I'll be right here, waiting for you to come back.

Not only was I lucky to have such unexpected, wonderful guests that afternoon, but I have also kept in touch with the daughter.... And she was kind enough to look through her pictures and found this little treasure, which she generously sent our way (on loan) so that Bill could scan it at work and I could post here.

This is our house in the 30's. It certainly helps explain why I've never liked the massive brick columns holding the porch up - they are not original to the house (see pictures of the exterior of the house when we first got it, plus current ones here). I am glad that the brackets we put back on the house are fairly close to the originals, and breaking up the color on the columns at least gives the appearance of the original design.

When I showed him the picture, Noah wanted to know why our house looked "old-fashioned" and why all those trees from the old picture were now gone.... and then he repeated the story I was told about the Dogwood being the size of the Oak tree up front. I have to confess that while the boys turned the picture this way and that, now distracted with the old Model T parked in the carport, I got a bit misty-eyed. I love that the stories about this old house are being passed on. What a gift we've been given... It is my hope that we will be able to pass it on ourselves one day, when we are too old to climb stairs, and the house has simply become too big for just two.