200 year-old house on 25 rocky acres in high country upstate NY and SO many highbush blueberries!
Sunday, April 18, 2010
My House is a Very, Very Old House
The front of the house faces a road that has not seen traffic for a hundred years, and in fact is no longer a road. There was a barn here, and a garage. Both are long gone. Previous owners have added though, a sun porch, and a woodshed (now falling down). In the last 15 years, the number of houses on my street has multiplied many-fold. There are 13 houses now. My house was the first. 200 years ago, if you believe the seller's disclosure statement.
It's like Washington's axe. The head has been replaced three times and the handle twice, but it's still Washington's axe. I think the only original pieces in my house are the stones that make up the basement floor.
I was talking to someone at the fire house yesterday about what's involved with volunteering and he asked me where I live. I told him the street, and then he asked me how far up the street I live. I said, "the end."
He immediately knew the house. "Ah, the old farmhouse."
He said the last time he'd been in my house was in the '80s when the Indian chief lived there. - Huh?
He's not the first old-timer to tell me stories about my house. It's had an interesting life. There was the helicopter, and the marijuana bust, and the golden delicious apple tree, and the big open part in the middle of the house, or maybe not. But the memories are all faded and jumbled and all I get are tantalizing bits.
I'll bet if I listen quietly, if I listen a lot, I'll be able to put together a story, and in the process put myself in it.