My son went by our old house in Washington the other day, and took this picture. It really brought back some memories of this little home. So, I gathered up some of those old memories to share with you. It was just about 11 years ago we would go down to Snohomish on weekends to scour the book shops and Antique Malls...We loved it so much there, that one day we went around a little cul de sac and saw a for rent sign. We loved the town so much and the little house, that we had to jump on it...
We moved in shortly after.
The little house was surrounded by other cute old homes...It was the sweetest little spot... Our backyard overlooked the Snohomish River which you can see in the second picture of this post. I was in love. The little house on your far right was the house we moved into. It was built in 1897, it was small, yet quaint. I am uncertain if I really believe in ghosts, but something lived with us for the time we were there. Sometimes it would scare me. I always felt someone was there. My son who was about 7 at the time remembers vividly seeing a child's shadow going from his room into his sisters room. I can tell you this though as the history of the house was sought after by our Landlord who told me that there was a child who lived there and drown in a fountain that used to be where you see the lavender bushes and benches. (sigh)..This was a home where we shared so much in. A home where our son would learn to play piano, our daughter took her first steps, we started home schooling there, we would learn of the tragedy of the New York Twin Towers collapsing.
This was the home where I learned how to garden, I would pick wild blackberries and rhubard out my back door and bake pies, I would learn how to can fruit and make jam, we would have 400 people come through our home in one day for the annual Christmas Parlor Tour, we would grow many friendships here, host Bible studies and baby showers and just hang out some evenings chatting with our neighbors till the sun went down.
Mind you...I was not into blogging or taking pictures back then....I wish I would have taken more pictures of our time here, for these are the only pictures I have on the inside. Crazy...I could just smack myself for not taking stinkin pictures. Anyhoo...This was our little living room parlor...You can say, I was really into SIMPLE Primitive Country and boy was it dark in there with all that dark decor...
No wonder I like COLOR so much now.
I just realized as I was posting this photo to my computer, my baby girl is sitting there at the table. Many meals were spent here as many lessons were also taught and many prayers were given.
We took walks almost daily downtown for we were only just right around the corner from all of our favorite places. This was the first place I would sell my handmade dolls and wares, in a Country Store called Speckled Hen. The owner had invited me two years in a row to be a featured Artist during her Christmas Open House. My stuff sold like hot cakes...Those were the days.
After a while, we ended up moving into the house next door...Yeah crazy...Only next door. Why? Well, It had an extra room and it was a bit larger...AND, I loved the lay out. The extra room became our school room. And would you believe???? Because I don't...I never took pictures of the house inside. It was cozy with french doors, wood banister, a sweet little claw foot tub and a huge kitchen with original evrything in it. This little house was built in 1902. Not long after living there, we finally bought our first home....It was a cookie cutter brand new home which didn't have character... Oh how I missed living here after that. Often I think back of our time here...Our neighbors were all wonderful, the gardens grew to be so beautiful, everyone loved the same thing, it was simple, it was sweet and was perfect for our family at that season.
It was truly a blessing that we had the few years
we did there in that little town.
I miss it.
I will always remember it. and treasure the
moments and memories we made.