Timelies all!
Weather's a little cooler than yesterday, but still nice.
'Ariel'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Timelies all!
Weather's a little cooler than yesterday, but still nice.
The last time we went to my grandmother's grave we drove by her old house and saw that the owners were renovating it, which is nice. I like to think of that ancient house being a comforting home to new generations of people. The houses my folks and I have lived in, not so much (one is in disrepair and being advanced on by the woods behind it; the other is in an increasingly sketchy neighborhood).
I read too quickly sometimes. If anyone else suffers from this problems, Matt did not drive by his grandmother's grave to discover the owners renovating it.
House, Cindy. House. He drove by the grave and then by the old house.
Y'all just forced me to go sigh over my grandparents' 100+-year-old house on realtor.com (not for sale, but they've got the photos from the last time it sold). If I'd had different finances, I would have bought it when we had to move my grandma to assisted living, and turned it into a bed & breakfast. So many happy memories in that house; I still dream about it.
Lol, Cindy yes that would be much weirder!!
My dad's farmhouse he grew up in was torn down many years ago (in my teenage years maybe?). My mom's parents house, I rememebrthe street but not the number so I don't think I'd be able to find it (it's in Chicago)
At some point I should check out Zillow and Google Street Maps and see what the buyers did with the empty lot where my aunt's rambling and lovingly eccentric beach house was -- destroyed by Superstorm Sandy. Most likely it is going to be some soulless McMansion with all the salt-tolerant trees that survived the storm dug up.
Not that I'm angry or anything.
I don't think any of the houses my grandparents lived in are still standing. I'm only mad about the one in St. Pierre and that my dad's book of autographs may have still been in his parents.
Actually the first house we lived in when I was born is no longer standing too. It got severely damage in a flood and was torn down.
The farmhouse my mom was born & raised & got married in is gone. My uncle tore it down a few years after he built them a new house. It was a practical decision- they rented it out for a couple years to farmhands, but it stood empty a lot & upkeep...well, it made sense & all the family agreed in typical stoic midwestern.
It raised 10 kids & two generations. With one bath & 4 small bedrooms! And grandparents lived in one of those bedrooms when kids were small both generations. Wasn't the original farmhouse either, that burned down when my eldest aunt was a baby & they had to move into the chickenhouse (which still stands-tiny 2 rooms! They set up a kitchen in a lean-to & well, the old house didn't have indoor plumbing, so) while the new house was built.
But I can still wander through it in my head. It seemed so big to wee me because it had stairs! But really, probably a smidge larger than my house now. Bigger kitchen, though, as a working farmhouse would need.
Life with R., Vol 24:
Me: I really hate it when you leave lots of silverware in the sink.
R: Oh, did I leave some out? It's all in a glass.
Me: IN THE SINK.