If This House Could Talk

Earlier this month, during the annual homecoming fair, our town had an event called: IF THIS HOUSE COULD TALK

Lots of wicked old houses have been preserved throughout our town — dating as far back as the 1700s (and even a couple from the late 1600s) — so organizers of the annual homecoming fair thought people (aka; tourists) would like to know the history of these homes. They asked residents to research their houses (with help from the local historical society), and write up some fun facts on a poster board to post outside their wicked old homes.

Well, like most writers, I’m nosy as all get-out. So I literally spent hours walking up and down the streets reading people’s posters…

And as I strolled the sidewalks, it occurred to me that I LOVE this idea.

In fact, I think everyone should post, IF THIS HOUSE COULD TALK, outside their home or apartment or condo or trailer — regardless of the age of their abode! (I also think everyone should wear name tags to say hello to each other, so I’m probably in the minority on both fronts.)

I realize this task could be a bit daunting, so I’ll start:

IF THIS HOUSE COULD TALK

~ Enthusiastically unpacked boxes when we first moved in on Halloween Night 2016, but can’t seem to get to those last 9 boxes which will probably sit in the hallway for 5 years, or until we move again.

~ Empty Nesters who dote way too much on our labradoodle to fill the void of our grown children living independently without us — which is the whole point of parenting, but no one told us how much we were going to miss the kids… sigh.

(Seen here behind his “human toddler fence” in the driveway)

~ Often forget to close our blinds at night because we’ve never lived in such close proximity to other homes, so very possible to stand outside and watch us flit around in pjs and dance to AIN’T GOT IT LIKE THAT when it comes up on Apple Music or Alexa or Pandora or Spotify… or even the tired old radio.

~ Weeded the yard religiously through June, but by the middle of July, decided to live in harmony with the weeds and the invasive bittersweet vines.

~ Grateful stewards of this wicked old house (1796) who welcome friends, family, neighbors, and all former stewards (living & spectral) to stop by for a glass of lemonade on the patio anytime, and share your stories…