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.