One of the things we love about living here is the history of our house. I have never lived in an antique house before. It makes you feel so connected to everyone who came before you. Every person who has walked the same stairs, looked out the wavy glass windows or sat by the fire. Every person who has looked up at the trees, picked apples in the orchard or gazed across the field. We were gifted bits of information from the former owners and have since taken a deep dive into learning more.
My wonderful aunt is a bit of a history detective and has been doing lots of research to help us uncover tidbits of information. Our hope is to compile a binder piecing together the history of not only the place but the people to honor their presence here. We have heard “ghost” stories from grown kids of the last owners. We have not personally really encountered anything unusual. Other than footsteps once. I like to think we are here amongst them. Sharing the space. Becoming part of the story.
This house has been added on to. It has been “renovated” in the 1920’s. That is when it got electricity and bathrooms. It has been loved and cared for by the last family who was here since 1985. It is my favorite house of all the houses I’ve lived in. It is, perhaps, the only thing I truly love about being here. Otherwise I’d be back in New England in a heartbeat if I had the chance. But this house. I loved it from the minute I saw it online months before we moved here. I loved it from the minute we drove into the driveway for the first viewing of it. I loved it from the minute we stepped into it that cold November day in 2020. It was warm and well-loved. It was fancy but still a farm house. It was everything we could have ever hoped for in a house.
We are so excited to share all we find with you. 210 years of history coming soon.
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