You know that house is neat as a pin inside. Oh, just to have a cup of tea with her...
We're still in the cold snap, I think. Mornings have been --- and I believe will be for a bit --- quite cold, but the days are nice. Sweatshirt weather, which delights me to no end.
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Wouldn't that be neat to really live in one loved place for a long time...
It doesn't happen very often any more.
My great grandparents built a big house that they raised their family in. When my grandmother (their only surviving child after the Spanish Flu) got married and divorced she moved back home and raised her two kids there. Then I was born and we all lived in the big Victorian house by the railway track. There were 4 generations of us under one roof then. It's a shame we're not there still but the USPS offered my grandmother a lot of money for that land when I was about 10 and she accepted. We all stood and watched them burn that old house down to make way for a postal facility. I still have the front door key.
My paternal grandparents had a wonderful house near the tracks. (My grandfather worked for the railroad.) The thought of having to watch that burn is devastating. That front door key is probably a work of art on its own.
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