fast forward two years. my grammy was going through albums to take to our upcoming reunion, i love old family photos and had to check them out. As I was flipping through albums one picture in particular caught my eye.
"is that my house?" i pondered.
as i looked more closely, i in fact realized that the windows are the same, the lattice on the porch is the same, the chimney is the same and the final similarity was the house number: 114. it was my house!
almost 50 years ago my great aunt and her husband lived in the house i now own unbeknownst to me. the moment i toured the house, i felt something. i belonged here. now i know why...
my beautiful aunt rene and her husband bill and my house in 1962:
my house in 2009:
makes me love my little house that much more.
