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.
Oh my gosh, what mixed emotions you all must have had. It all looks so easy on the post, but I’m guessing a little hard work was involved here. This was a good post!
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It did require some work.
Great pictures! Did you just have to shed a *few* tears, though? It about made me cry just watching the great fall over your series of photos. Glad for your new beginnings regardless!
I really didn’t feel sad to see it go. We had lots of fun times, but it was not an easy or a warm house. I think there are people in our neighborhood that wonder about us getting rid of the house, but I think if they spent a winter in it they would soon understand!
“The part that gives life to a house moved with me. My family.” I love that! So very, very true.
Even still, I’m sure it was a little poignant watching it go.
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I think anyone that spent a winter in our old house would not have been too sad to see it go.
The coldest I know our bedroom ever got was 38 degrees.
So glad you have the pictures. We had so many good times in that ole house. I especially remember the time we were trying to sleep upstairs during a really bad storm(there was a tornado just 3 miles away!). We came downstairs to wait it out and marvelled at that ole house. It didn’t waver even though the wind was trying to bring it down. Wasn’t always that scary, but many memorable times.
It was more solid than we thought it was when we started tearing it down! It’s foundation was not very good though. Good application to our needing a solid foundation in our lives as well!!
I am sad that those big old windows from the front weren’t easier to take out – I would have loved to have at least one of them! But I am not sad that the house is gone – like you said – the memories go with you!
Glad for you that you have a big warm house now! And glad for us that we have room to spread out when we come out – LOL!
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The upstairs window was neat. I’m sure someone creative could’ve done some neat things with it.
It is nice to have extra room when you visit!