Sweet Bee Cottage
Saturday we had the most interesting drop in visitors. People I've never met before and I let them into my house and it wasn't that clean. Why would I do such a thing?
Our surprise visitor (and his wife) was a son of the family that built our house. We were working in the front yard when they pulled up and we started chatting and next thing I knew I invited them in.
What a treat it was. Our house was built in 1951 when he was in sixth grade, I believe, and it was one of the first in our neighborhood. He told tales of digging tunnels and caves under all the open land. He told of sending morse code over lines his father strung in the backyard. He told of flashing signals with flashlights to neighbors across and down the street. He showed us where he and his two brothers and parents ate dinner every night. He told of the dog that laid in front of the wall heater in the kitchen and would then fart. He showed us where his brother and mother played the piano. (Funny, I've often thought our piano would be just perfect in the same spot.)
His tales explained mysteries about our house. Why were there so many electrical outlets on our garage workbench? Why was there a hole in the ceiling of the workbench area? How old is our huge Modesto Ash in the middle of the backyard? Why are there two sets of wiring in our house?
We are the fourth owners of this house and most of the previous owners have passed on. What a delight it was to meet someone who could share its stories with us.
I wish I had thought to take pictures.
Do you wonder what stories will be told about your home?