Longtime friends and family know how much I’ve had to lose, endure, and struggle to get here. Which is why I am all the more thankful for it. My husband, my daughter, and the two cats and dog we already had, are all part of the gifts God has given me in this new season of life.
More than five generations have lived in this house. I wonder how many children were born here and the number of people who died here, within these very walls. Someone recently commented to me that with a house of this age, you can never truly own it. You are merely a caretaker, preserving if for the next generation. I am honored and privileged to step into line as its current “owner.”
The year listed for this house is 1885, although according to my neighbors, most houses on this street are older than what is recorded. Apparently one did not have to pay property taxes until the house was deeded, and it could not be until its completion… so it often took quite a long time for a house to be “completed.” At one point in its history, my house was a Bed & Breakfast, and I’ve heard a rumor that it was an antique store at one time as well.
My hope and prayer is that my family will make many wonderful memories in this house in the years to come as we become a part of its history.