Before our house was our home it belonged to someone else, a woman named Margery. She and her husband Ted bought this home when they were parents of two daughters. They raised their two daughters under this roof. Eventually the daughters married and moved away. Later Ted passed on and then Margery decided the stairs were a bit too much for her, she was ready to move. It just so happened that one of Ted and Margery's daughters is a family friend. She approached me one day and suggested that we might want to purchase her mother's home. One thing led to another and we were moving in within a few months (read here about move in day).
Then it was just Eric, Cordelia, and I...along with two cats and a dog. We moved in and over the course of three and a half years we have made this our home. We love our house. I think part of that love comes from its history. There is something beautiful about carrying on a long tradition of love and family under one roof. Sure, we desperately need new windows and have been working to make some updates, but the bones of this house are so good.
Margery passed away earlier this year, but there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about her or Ted (I still get their junk mail) and how much they loved this home. On Sunday their daughter Celia approached Eric and handed him this photo of her home, our home, long ago.
Eric asked Celia to tell him a bit about the colors and he was able to magically colorize the photo (he said that the colorization is still in progress).
See that little twig of a tree a few feet to the left of that station wagon? That tree is now taller than our house, much taller. In fact a squirrel has nested about half way up and the nest is parallel with the upper windows.
Now here is a photo of our house, not from the same angle, but it was the best I could find. We can't really shoot the same angle until next spring so this will have to suffice.
You can see that some things have certainly changed, but the house remains. Our home.