Saturday, July 11, 2009
I love walking through the rooms in my father's childhood home. It is old. All the bread they baked was made in the oven by the open fireplace. There is no elecricity or running water.
It is in no shape to be a home for a family, only fair feathered creatures live there now, but the nearly two hundred year old house is a well built one and might be a home in the future if taken care of by skillfull hands. When I was younger it was my biggest dream to restore the house and live in it.
Old and new things share room and I can hear the floor boards creak when I think of good times and hard times of the people who have lived in the house through the years.