Friday, March 4, 2011

our house

When spring rolls around each year, I always think about our house. It was during Easter dinner in April 2006 that Countrymouse and I each had one of those light bulb moments. My clan's old family home had sat vacant for about a year; my parents had down-sized and really just wanted to close that chapter of their lives. My father made a statement basically saying they weren't looking to get rich with the sale of the house and threw an amount out. While neither of us said anything at that moment, we both thought, "Yeah, we can do that". Six months and all of our savings later, we were the proud owners of a (now)108 year old Victorian in The Green Garden County of Maryland's Eastern Shore.


I'll light the fire
You put the flowers in the vase
That you bought today


Countrymouse had always liked the house. He had known the house for 25 years at this point and was quite familiar with it's high and low points, along with it's many renovations. When we were dating and eager to start our lives together, we would play "What If". You know, "What if we owned this house...", "What if we converted the attic into an apartment for us...", etc. He had spent time over the years cataloging the things he wanted to do with the house just as a pleasant mental exercise.

Staring at the fire
For hours and hours
While I listen to you
Play your love songs
All night long for me
Only for me

I have to admit that while I did have the same initial thought as Countrymouse, it took a good bit of deliberation for me to come around. It wasn't my parents or the house's fault; the house represented everything I wanted to distance myself from... an unwanted move to Maryland from NYC, an awkward teenager-hood, a mediocre social experience in high school, a sleepy, backwater existence with little cultural or social outlets... Why did I think that almost 30 years later I wanted to own this house?

Come to me now
And rest your head for just five minutes
Everything is good



Perhaps because almost 30 years later I wasn't the same young girl who had moved into the house with her family so long ago. I was now a woman who had been married more than half her life with 5 pups of her own. I knew the love the walls of this house would hold for my family, the memories it already held for them. My life in this house had hardly been the stuff of Anne of Green Gables and there were certainly memories I'd just as soon forget, but this house was part of me. This is the house I brought Countrymouse home to when he met my parents and where I dressed for our wedding. When I was away in college and when I was a new mom living far from my family, this was the house I always knew I could return to, no questions asked, and always be home.

Such a cosy room
The windows are illuminated
By the evening sunshine through them
Fiery gems for you
Only for you


It was odd when my parents moved out and we knew at some point there would be strangers living here. Like the end of a story you weren't ready for. I don't want to paint an image of me locked away somewhere lamenting; it wasn't like that. All of us siblings took it in stride... we're a resilient bunch... but it was an peculiar thought.


Our house is a very, very fine house
With two cats in the yard
Life used to be so hard
Now everything is easy
'Cause of you
And our la,la,la, la,la, la, la, la, la, la, la.....


It took me about two weeks to get fully persuaded about buying the house. Countrymouse left the final decision up to me, though his desire was crystal clear.  I did have some reservations, not so much about the house as about moving away from the hub of our lives. When I considered everything, the blessings outweighed any drawbacks. The rest is history.

Our house is a very, very fine house
With two cats in the yard
Life used to be so hard
Now everything is easy
'Cause of you
And Our

We've spent the past few years making this house our house. We've torn down walls and cut down trees. We've made it our own. There is something cool about being the third owners of a house this old. The funkiness of this old place is the perfect canvas for all my whims. 


It's been good.

I'll light the fire
And you place the flowers in the jar
That you bought today



26 comments:

  1. what a sweet post...thanks for sharing a bit of your past...and your future.

    just over from the sits board and i would love for you to link this to my fridays unfolded party today @ http://www.stuff-and-nonsense.net/2011/03/fridays-unfolded-8.html

    blessings,

    alison
    stuff and nonsense

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  2. A very, very fine house, indeed. I am obsessed with the stories of old houses, even if nothing historically extraordinary has happened in them. It's the years and the generations, and the life that a house has contained that fascinates me.

    Loved this.

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  3. okay--sitting in the living room of our old house . . .crying! thanks for sharing your story. i know it had to be difficult for you--moving into a house with which you already had a history. but sitting here i know that my not so secret hope is my children have great memories of "our house." that we'll dress two brides and one groom here and then watch grandchildren play in our yard, as we grow old together. i hope, too, that they'll be fighting over who gets to live here when we're gone. it's an "old fashioned" dream, but it's mine. we simply HAVE to get together one day!
    Paige
    PS I came to my favorite blogs looking for inspiration for my weekly newspaper article--I found it here! thanks!

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  4. I think that sometimes Home turns out to be in the least expected places!

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  5. That house is beautiful, oh and I've always been obsessed with this song!

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  6. So often when I read your post - they make me cry. It's a good thing, tears of happiness that only come out because of your elegance with words. You are so talented and gifted in so many things, but you truly do have a gift of words. I know it's a simple post not like you're trying to recreate Shakespeare or something - but to my heart the words and the images they create are about the same. Thank you for sharing these little glimpses into your memories and your heart.

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  7. That was a wonderful post!

    I often wonder what the walls would say if they could whisper all of those secrets back to me. Thanks for taking the time to put this post together. I really enjoyed the walk-through.

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    Have a great day!

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  9. This is SO great! I got all misty-eyed when I read this. Do you know the song "The House That Built Me"?

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  10. I think it is very very special that you were able to move with your own family into the home of your childhood, such a beautiful house.

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  11. This was a beautiful post and it made me cry! I just posted last night about our castle in the air, and this post and song just fit so perfectly into the way we're feeling right now.
    ~Amanda

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  12. OK I need a tissue!!!
    The whole time, Miranda Lamberts song, The House That Built Me was going through my head!!! That song always makes me cry!
    I want to see the inside!!

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  13. Wow. That house is gorgeous! I LOVE the porch. I am glad you kept it in the family. Very sweet!

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  14. aawwww. That was awesome. My old family homestead is pretty much a shell. My Dad is gone and my Mom is a snowbird. There are days I long for the simpler times and the wide open spaces of when I was a kid!

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  15. I think I said this once before, but I love your house! I like it even more now that I know the story behind it!

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  16. Houses with stories are a home! Yours is amazing, but even better filled with family! Have a great weekend..

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  17. Love this post, love that house and love the song! I would hate to move into my old high school era house simply because I wouldn't want to live there in that town, either. But I loved that old house!

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  18. Wow, that is amazing. I couldn't imagine living in a house for so long or moving back into one I grew up in ( I say one, because we moved a few times).

    I think its wonderful you bought it and made it yours. Thanks for sharing.

    Stopping by from Mommy D's blog hop.
    http://www.aspiringmillioanire.com

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  19. What a beautiful house. I mean Home. There is a difference, after all! I'm jealous of the porch..

    Anyways, I'm following now through the Keeping Company blog hop, and I hope you'll follow back! For your convenience: http://www.graphoniac.com

    Have a great day!

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  20. I loved this post! It hit home with me because I recently moved back to the same neighborhood I grew up in. At first it felt like a step backwards, but thank god we change with time!

    Love the photo of everybody on the porch.

    Ladaisi Blog

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  21. Debi....I have to ask....what is behind the wall where the 3rd window on the 2nd floor used to be?? ;-) My Mom lives in a home that has had only three owners as well. She's been there since 1959 and has no intentions of giving it up. Hopefully my brother who lives there with her will be able to enjoy it the rest of his life.

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  22. Hello, I am a new follower from the hop. Please visit and follow me back at http://my-2-cents.blogspot.com/

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  23. What a great house. I love the style of it and the colors are great.

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  24. I like when SITS says "comment on blog ahead of yours" and it's someone I already follow! I get to hear this song again (yay) and see that neat old house again (double yay)!!

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  25. That is so neat, only three owners! We are the third owners of our home, but it's only 40 years old. Still, we can easily deduce which family used which wallpaper or paint color when we uncover such "gems"! Happy SITS Saturday!

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