Signs

Some time this week I'll head north to complete the sale of my childhood home. Cousin Wendy, who has watched over it in recent years, sent me this photo. When I put the property on the market, I included this on a blackboard wall in the hallway: *The Story of this Little House* My parents bought this house after my dad returned from WWII. Believe it or not, it was quite a bit smaller then. They worked hard, saved their pennies, and added to the house whenever they could. I came along as they were working on the kitchen and slowed them down quite a bit! My dad was a glazier, so we always had nice windows. After he passed in 1975, my mom made it her priority to take care of the structure and systems. When the house became mine in 2008, I updated the décor and renovated the bathroom. My mother just adored her little home—there was always plenty of room for family and friends here—and I hope the next buyer will love it, too.* The young woman who purchased it as her first home also adores it. My mom would be so pleased.