A Piece of the Past

So I probably should have been keeping a blog for quite some time now...I do feel like I have a story to share....

About three years ago we moved into a charming old home - and when I say old, I mean really old! The home was built in 1790 by a master ship builder who served in the Revolutionary War. Over the years, the house was called "home" to many families. The first family in the 1790's had many children and who I'm sure were born within these very walls. There were also brave families who risked their lives to be a part of the historic Underground Railroad - with our chimney proudly still painted with the classic black band. There was a popular town dentist who built his office in part of the home (we do not have the dentist chair-though we are often asked!!) I'm sure the other families, who I only know by name from historic records, had wonderful stories to share as well. I feel a bit of responsibility to honor these families as I settle in with my own.

But I never knew, renovations were exhausting, rewarding, daunting, challenging, testing, promising, and did I say exhausting and challenging! The list could go on....I should work at Lowe's for the amount of time I have spent there. It tells you something when we the sales people know us by name!

Over time I will fill you in on the work - I will "catch you up" on what has been done - and fill you in on the new stuff. Hint, we still do not have a full kitchen - so I promise a lot ahead!

My Slice o' Life

So, I finally have a hour to myself. Michael has taken the kids for a bike ride. You would think I would take advantage of the free time, but no, I am upstairs poking around and I decide to look out the window at the corner. We live a house away from a great corner. I call it the "slice of life" corner. One bend is home to the town funeral home and directly across from that is one of the busy town churches. We can see both from our home. On any given day we are flies on the wall of the celebrations of life. There may be a wake, christening, wedding, or funeral. There are bagpipes playing all the time for both tears of joy and tears of sorrow. I am always telling the kids as they walk to the car - quiet, there is a funeral going on or hey, look at the bride!

Tonight, because it is beautiful, the corner is busy. Bikers, joggers, walkers with strollers, seniors taking a stroll, are all enjoying this great day. And as I look out the window this evening, I realize I simply wanted to see a slice of my own life, for once, on the corner. And they do not disappoint! Michael rounds the bend getting ready to walk his bike across the street and too-tough Madeline on her brand-new big bike is riding like to catch up. Michael is in the rear getting ready to cross the street with them. I know in a few minutes it will be hectic again, but for the brief moment I am enjoying my slice.

So, here starts my blog.....I have been meaning to so this for a while. I read so many other great blogs and felt it was finally time to share my story. It will be full of our everyday life at home...during our major home renovation. Who knew door knob selection required a committee? Hope you stay tuned!