Coffee Club

[DobieLover]

I have this unrealistic temptation to buy my old home and remodel it. 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 ------------

That would be a pretty big temptation...
Is the house just too large for you and the Princess?

 

[sourland]

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 ---------

 

[sharron]

And good morning, everybody!

morning bigblue

 

[BigBlueHen53]

Not too cold, 41°F here today, overcast and drizzling. Guess the sun is on vacation again, lol. We did see it over the weekend and are told it will be back next weekend. I wonder where it hangs out during the work week .... ?

 

[pennyJo1960]

Good morning clubbers old memories warm us like the coffee have another pot
Anyone needing a extra jolt I do like it extra strong ... My hot water pot may not be dead at all,
seems the 4 way outlet may be the culprit

 

[pennyJo1960]

Morning @Meg-in-MT

 

[Meg-in-MT]

Good morning to you, Penny!

Well, we ended up with 4"ish of snow over the weekend and the I-state was a slippery mess this morning. I see water dripping off the roof, though! Thinking happy thoughts

 

[Meg-in-MT]

I have this unrealistic temptation to buy my old home and remodel it. 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 ------------

Ah, hence the user name. Always wondered about that.

That's too bad about your childhood home. It sounds like it was a nice place to grow up.

 

[pennyJo1960]

We have this one more dry day then half tomorrow then back to rain
they have not said when it dry's for at least a month

 

[Shadrach]

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 ---------

Adults here right?
If I ever get my hands on my childhood home, which is very unlikely, I'll level it.
No, I didn't have a terrible childhood; far from it. I've been fortunate in having a compassion and understanding for most other species but after that, I have no features that benefit my own species. Not even sure if that's a bad thing.
Thanks to the mother of my daughters who is my best friend, my daughters have fared rather better and are essentially good people. That will do me.