Open Letter to the New Owner

One day I drove by this house, and everything I saw caught my attention. The house was empty. If a house is empty, I take advantage of the freedom to snoop. I looked in every window I could. What I saw was the fulfillment of a dream I didn’t know I had. I didn’t know I loved hardwood floors, river rock fireplaces with bookend bookshelves, sky lights and windows, Oh, I loved the windows. I loved the craftsman style and colors.

Later when I told the Farmer (who was then the Welder) about the House, I said, “It is everything we would want, but I know we can’t afford it. Please just come and look at it.” So we did. As we walked through the house marveling over the features we loved, we knew we could do this or this for the Lord here.
The Welder said, “Let’s try to buy it.” Fifteen days after we looked at the house on Lincoln Avenue we were signing papers to purchase the home.

I always wanted daffodils. Now I had daffodils.

As you walk through this door, I want to tell you a little about it. This House is a treasure box  filled with love and laughter, children and grandchildren, health and healing, sickness and sadness, singing and praying.

This House has been a house of parties, guests numbering from just a few to over 100. Emily’s never to be forgotten 12th birthday party held less than a month after we moved in.  Alex’s first birthday party was held on the newly finished 1ooo square foot deck. His grandparents and uncle from Hawaii came to celebrate with us. I can’t number the times after church,  “Come,  Bring your own snacks.” My father’s 70th birthday party as  he was entering into Alzheimer’s grip. Monthly family night get-to-gathers  full of good food, laughter, singing, games, birthdays, children, anniversaries, stories, thankfuls, and prayer.   The Crain Thanksgiving, 3 day event, often with 40-60 relatives and friends sharing much love and laughter. Ladies with their handwork and Gentlemen with their laptops.  Young People’s Class parties in October initiating the new members.  We even hosted a wedding!

This House was always seen in our eyes as belonging to God. We were the overseers. The House has been a refuge for family and friends who needed a home, or a time of care, or a place to stay between now and later. Some stayed for a few days, some for months. The House just seemed to expand and adapt and accept all that came through the door.

The door that was always open and the house always welcoming.

You would have had to see the gardens to believe them.

You would have had to taste the veggies to appreciate the freshness.

You had to be here to see how grandchildren and their fathers played.Our chicken pen

In 2010, we lost our business, we lost our home, but we did not lose our memories.  We did not lose our faith. We have not been forsaken or left alone. Our God didn’t need this house anymore, so it was time for us to move on. This was God’s plan. We haven’t understood all that has happened or why. We have trusted anyway, even in the shadows and darkness of sorrow and grief.

So today, I wiped down counters, picked up remnants of livingand put into the trash the leftovers of sorting. I vacuumed and mopped the hardwood one last time. (Use Pledge for hard wood floors, it gives the floor a beautiful satin glow) I remembered so many good times, hard times, and precious times of loving family and serving God.

Today I said good bye and walked out the door, and thanked God with my whole heart for the privilege of living and loving in the house He provided for us all to enjoy.

Dear new owner, if you will pause and listen carefully, you’ll hear whispers of love, children’s giggles, running feet, crackling fires, music loud, sometimes raised voices, questions, sighs, sobs…because real people have lived in this house.

I only ask: bring love and joy to this house, and this house will love you so much.

Published in: on October 11, 2011 at 12:09 am  Comments (6)  

On My Mind — The First Quilt

This is a Friday photo feature that anyone with a blog can join. To take part, post a photo on your own blog, write a short caption explaining it, and link it back to here

This is the first quilt I made. I remember starting it when my mother was making for quilt for one of my brothers. She was doing a nine patch, I was sewing squares together. The year1960 0r ’61, I was 11 or 12.

First Quilt 12″ x 15″ all cotton

I don’t remember when I finished it, as with alot of my starts they rest in a box for a while before being completed.

This my treasure was found when we were moving some of the last of our things out of the house we had loved and lived in for the past 15 years. I have good memories of this first quilt, and good memories of the many quilts made on Lincoln Avenue.

We have been in our new home a year and thankfully quilts have grown here also.

 

Published in: on October 7, 2011 at 10:08 am  Leave a Comment  

What a Difference a Year Makes!

ON MY MIND   —  Just a picture or pictures and  a few words

September 29, 2010

Moving to our new location and into our new home.

September 29, 2011

Look what a lot of hard work and the Lord’s blessings can accomplish.

I am content at Cozy Acres.

Published in: on September 30, 2011 at 12:27 pm  Comments (1)  

Pictures for Brother Bob

Bro Bob lives here.

Now he is visiting family in Athol, Idaho.These pictures are to show him what is happening here while he is away.

I’ve taken over the game table to try to finish this log cabin quilt.

The Cats still come to eat morning and night. Marmalade is getting more and more friendly, actually coming for a pet and scratch around the ears.

Chili peppers

Chili peppers

Chili Peppers

Sweet Potatoes or Yams?

Sunflowers are calling it quits, birds get the rest.

Go to the two previous entries to see more of the garden.

Hurry Back, Brother Bob, you are missed.

Published in: on September 23, 2011 at 12:50 pm  Leave a Comment  

Wordless Wednesday – Home

Wordless Wednesday

I’ve been away from HOME for the most of two week.

It is good to be home.

Published in: on September 14, 2011 at 3:01 pm  Leave a Comment