Although not my home until 12 years past twelve years old, this home holds much of my heart. When I walked into it, I knew we were supposed to live there. There have been only two times in my life when I’ve felt that strong sense of pull towards a place. Didn’t think much about logistics. Didn’t know if we could even afford it. We were not sure we would even get a chance to see it as the realtor who listed it had a contingency on it for a family member. She did not want it shown. It was an old farm house built in the 19th century. Bull’s eye molding, painted white, around all the entryways to each room. There were two rooms that were my home within this home. A small den off the dining room. Yes, it did have 1970’s inspired olive green shag carpeting. But what I loved most about it was the coziness of this 8 by 10 foot room. The exterior wall had built in bookshelves, wall to wall. I thought it was palatial. I could not believe we were actually able to buy it. It was ours!
The next room I loved was the kitchen. Another built in, this was the original cupboard to the farmhouse kitchen. Beautiful glass doors to the upper part of the cupboard. An Old Flour Bin, that hinged and was lined so that 25 pounds or so of flour could be stored there. A side porch off the kitchen, where a raccoon once attacked the screen on a big back window and decided to stroll on in and check things out.
Still newly wed, we sustained the loss of my husband’s sister in the shelter of that sturdy old house. We brought our babies home to that house and watched them each sit up, say their first words, and take their first franken-like steps in that space.
When we no longer fit in it, toys and trappings of young children crowding that space we decided to find bigger quarters. A creature who loves the safety and comforts of home, I struggled, and could barely say goodbye to it.
I find myself, all these years later, in the safety and comfort of the second space I longed to make my home. Every days it is a blessing to look out the window and to give thanks for this space. The space that our children have now all left, but that belongs to us and that I hope is a welcome harbor to them and their families when they visit.
I’m grateful for the ability to write this. It has afforded me the opportunity to properly giving thanks for that old home. A family was created there. I became a mother there. Some of my happiest memories took place there. It is forever a part of my heart.
Day Five: Be Brief
Today’s Prompt: You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter. Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.
Pearl walked on, hating her mother and her miserable life. Rev. Arthur would be waiting. Wind compounded the morning chill. Trudging along, a crumpled envelope danced by. She chased and caught it. Why? What did she want with a soggy letter? Noticing it was half opened, curiosity overcame her. Who could it hurt? The red ink was smeared. What she deciphered made her queasy.
My time grows short…
Indebted to your sacrifice…
Served my church… Love always, “A.”
Struggling to digest the contents of the letter, her cell rang. Hester blinked on the screen. Pearl dropped the phone.
This is the third week I’ve participated in Three Things Thursday, thanks to http://nerdinthebrain.com/three-things-thursday/
I’m grateful for the opportunity to do this each week. It makes me think about the highlights of my week and the things I am grateful for. So this week I’m grateful for warmer weather. Spring is making an appearance and the weather has been much kinder than the past three months. So happy to not be wearing my winter coat and so amazed at how warm 55 degrees feels in March compared to how it feels in October.
I’m grateful for coming home earlier in the week to find the new Erik Larsen book Dead Wake waiting in my mailbox. http://www.npr.org/books/titles/390474945/dead-wake-the-last-crossing-of-the-lusitania
It was a gift, from my dear husband! Several things to be grateful/thankful for. I’m grateful that there was a present in the mail. This is something that doesn’t happen every day.
I’m grateful also to those of you who read my blog, who like a post, who pass my blog along to others by reblogging, sharing, or adding me to your blogroll. Thanks for stopping by.
I’ve often wondered
why “smart” people maintain that
animals don’t feel
Once each week I share
A message to the people
Who come to worship
It happens in an hour
Preparing it takes all week
Mysteries are good
but I crave non-fiction most
I could read all day
Our assignment in blogging 101 is to read blogs and post comments on four of them. This seems like traveling to me. I got to travel to far away places, read of adventures that others are taking, see pictures that are inspiring and read what others like to read and why. What a rich experience. It is heartening and inspiring to see what other bloggers are doing and what interests others. It is inspiring/moving to read and to feel a connection to others I don’t know. I’ve enjoyed searching out blogs and finding things that spark my interest, give me something to think about and consider what I might want to write about next. Thank you to all the bloggers who I’ve read today. I could share many more but I’ve winnowed the bunch down a bit, not quite four but…
Some of them include: