Little ones...
Big ones....
I'm not quite sure what it is that draws me into them. Their unique architecture. The original handiwork of skilled craftsmen who used nothing but their hands and good tools to create their own kind of beautiful within their homes. They tell stories of simple times and hard work.
Old houses are sacred family monuments! The floors within their walls have been center stage to brand new life, and birthday parties, Christmas traditions, quilting bees and first dates. Happy times and sad times. Grandchildren. Grandfathers. Grandmothers. And within these walls, where the first breaths of life were taken, very often the last whispers of life were spent.
I love them!
So today, we hopped ourselves into the van and headed 2 1/2 hours to Nebraska....
where we signed papers on the purchase of our very own "haunted house curtains"...
That hang in this old house.
Today marks the first day of the Nebraska chapters as our life takes center stage in this old 1885 house.
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Congratulations! Another wonderful piece of history will be preserved and loved.
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