Well, for starts, I love our home and present location - .4 miles from the beagle club can't be beat. The old home is more about memories than functionality. It had an earthen cellar that periodically filled with water. Downstairs was a living room, dining room, kitchen and three upstairs bedrooms. Access to the bathroom and parents bedroom was a stairway between the living room and dining room. Off the kitchen was a stairs up to the remaining two bedrooms - only way to access the bathroom was to come downstairs go through the house and up the second set of stairs. Structurally it was deemed impossible to change that requirement. It's the property that I love. The old pear tree out in the side lawn - it was old when I was a kid - where I set up my bee hives. The little bridge over the creek giving access to Hillsover Farms - trapped a lot of muskrats beneath that bridge. Up the street was the two room school house and next to that the home of my best friend. His old home is in almost as bad a state of disrepair as is mine. The school became a print shop, and now is a community theater where the Princess and I attend plays - some of which she performs in. Down the street is the church and all the memories good and bad associated with that --------- wow, melancholy much ?
Oh forgot to mention the smell of coffee brewing and bacon frying and the sound of my parents' conversation wafting up the stairs ---------
So many memories both good and bad reside there. Up the hill to the left is the poultry farm I used to help at. Up the hill to the right the dairy farm where I helped. Directly behind the house the hill that we used to sled on. At the base of the property the creek where I created multiple ponds for my ducks and where I used to trap muskrats. Across the road the Sourland Mts where I worked my dogs and hunted. And the list goes on, and on ------------
