By Poet Edgar Guest
” It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a house t’ make it home,
A heap o’ sun an’ shadder, an’ ye sometimes have t’ roam
Afore ye really ‘preciate the things ye lef’ behind,
An’ hunger fer ’em somehow, with ’em allus on yer mind…”
(Our old home drawn by Curtis, age 5. )
Now that our old house has sold, we’re busy with non-stop sorting, ridding and packing. Whew! I can’t believe we’ve amassed so much stuff. My advice is to get your home in order before a major move.
I’ve had lots of questions about where we’re going and about our next place. My husband and I are heading south. And this is a peek at our destination- a restored farm house c. 1870.
(iPhone 5c image- Martha Browne)
I’m still recovering from oral surgery so posting on the blog will be light for a while. In the mean time, feel free to look through the categories.
Here’s wishing you a lovely Easter holiday. I’m taking a break from the blog, but I’ll be back here bright and early on Wednesday, April 15.
As my husband and I search for a new old home I realize how much the process resembles a funnel. The fullest part of the funnel holds our dream- all the things that we feel we can’t live without and the affordable price tag.
Then we start looking at places online and visiting properties. The dream gets squeezed and those things that we deemed important are being discarded in order to fit the narrowest part of the funnel called reality.
I found this old blueprint while sifting through paperwork. It’s from my very first commercial design job. I was hired to update an eat-in deli with new flooring, tile, furniture, etc. I didn’t sleep well for weeks working on this project. How did it turn out? Not too bad. The owners were happy and I got paid. :)
(Artist Rendition Blueprint- Martha Browne)
Grandma always liked to take things and add her own special touches to them. She bought this simple birthday card from the 5 & 10 store. Then cut and pasted a picture from the Sears catalog that looked like me on the front. As always, she contributed extra verse for the inside. My grandmother has been gone for many years now, but there isn’t a month that goes by that I don’t think of her…and miss her.