A very old house. A very cold house. Yet, a home.
The beginning of December we said good-bye to the old house that had provided us shelter for around fourteen years. We had a lot happen all at the same time, including my Grandmother going home to Jesus and a trip to Ohio, and then Christmas was coming. I had pictures on my camera, but I never had or took the time to post them. And I wanted to, so that when we’re looking back through our blog we have a record and a tribute to this ole house.
It was interesting to watch and I do think most menfolk enjoy a project like tearing down an old structure now and then. My brother came over and he shot some videos for us. My father-in-law was around, since we were using his bulldozer, and a couple of neighbors stopped by. Living in a rural area adds to it too. Most of us notice what the neighbors are doing or what changes are happening when we’re out and about. I think my man enjoyed operating the bulldozer. He’d love to own one, but our small farming operation really doesn’t need one. Plus, we might as well use his dad’s. 😉
We had lots of good times and lots of memories at our old house. Lots of meals and lots of company. Lots of laughter and grumpy times too. Lots of living. I haven’t missed it, though. The part that gives life to a house moved with me. My family. And our new-to-us house is warm. Much, much warmer. And just much nicer and easier. I am thankful.
So, thank-you old house for providing us with shelter and faithfully serving your time. I really do salute you for you were a stalwart, old soldier.