As long as I can remember, I have had an affection for old houses and we’ve restored several over the years. Our current home (pictured above) was built in 1880, it’s the 2nd oldest home still standing in our town. There’s something special about these houses, not just the charm of the architecture, but something much deeper. I love the thought of walking on a floor that has felt the patter of generations of lil feet scampering about and growing up. Or, thinking about how many mothers before me quietly gazed out of the kitchen window at the birds in the backyard oak tree. The connection to the families that graced these old rooms before us just draws me in, it brings peace to my heart somehow.
I’ve always thought that I am an antique soul living in a modern world. And as much as I adore these old structures, a thought has occurred to me......perhaps it’s not the old house that I find intriguing, but the sweet simple life that accompanied the era of the house. Days when neighbors helped neighbors, business deals were struck on a handshake, and families never strayed further than a few miles from one another. Sometimes I think we can learn as much by looking back as we can by looking forward. I like that thought.
This blog will be dedicated to my journey as a business owner and my adventures as a rescuer of animals and old houses. Thanks for joining me!