Category Archives: Home
Staaayyy
Lucy
The best light
Those last few minutes before the sun goes down.
Saturday morning snooze
Hattie with shoe
New Breaker Panel
In the course of our recent remodel, we discovered we needed to replace our 25 year old breaker panel.
Home Sweet Home (2015 Remodel)
Sofa Saga
Hattie and I mourned the loss of our beloved sofa which was to be replaced by a new one with “more contemporary lines” and more in keeping with new paint job. It’s the grey one below.
They (the decorator lady) brought this one out after I nixed the first one they showed me. I couldn’t find the courage to nix TWO sofas so I sat on it for 20 seconds and said okay.
When we got it home, I discovered that if you sat far enough back to sit comfortably, my feet didn’t reach the floor. (It was like being four years old again) If my feet touched the floor, I had to recline about 45 degrees to reach the back of the sofa.
The decorator quickly pointed out this wouldn’t be a problem with lots of little “throw pillows” on the couch. I hate decorative pillows. On a sofa or a bed.
Fortunately Barb — and her sister — agreed with my assessment, the new sofa went home, and the old sofa came out of the basement and back where it belongs.
The End. (music up, roll credits)
Old Home Tour
I don’t get back to my hometown much anymore. Still have friends there but the 5 hour drive seems longer every time I make it. I was there this past weekend and killed a couple of hours looking at some of the houses where our family lived when I was growing up. My first thought on seeing these is, how can they still be standing?
No.1 is on Holt Street and is the house where — as I recall — we got our first television. Probably around 1951.
No.2 is on West 9th and I’m guessing we lived there around 1952-53. I attended first grade just up the street a few blocks.
No.3 is the first house our family owned. 1955? A nice little 2 BR home where my brother and I grew up. It has fallen on hard times in the years since I sold it following my father’s death.
No.5 (on Lester St) was my grandmother’s home back in 1957. And it wasn’t a new home then. She lived with our family for several years after she sold the farm where my mother grew up. Bought this little house around 1957 and it was an older house then.
Seems strange to me these house are still standing 60 or 70 years later. And that people are still living in them.