The Cabin Life

My home was built in 1946. I fell in love with it immediately. It was maybe the 20th house I had looked at and it was even in a city I wasn’t considering. But as soon as I saw it, I knew. Then when I walked inside it just got better.

I was the only person to make an offer on the house and I think part of the reason was it did need some work. The main bathroom needed a major upgrade for instance, and the wood.

There’s a lot of wood.

I later learned that the house was once owned by a carpenter and he covered most of the house in wall to wall wood paneling. It’s definitely not for everyone. But it certainly was for us.

I received some old mail still addressed to the previous owners not long after moving in. (I had purchased the home from 3 of the children of the previous owners who had passed away.) I decided to look up their obituaries online and I discovered what appeared to be a sweet older couple who died about a year apart from one another of natural causes. I could tell by the old wallpaper designed with sun hats and peonies, and the reminanents of once cared for rose bushes, that they loved to garden. Something I’ve now come to love.

A strange considence is that my late parents lived on the same street as my cabin back in the early 1970’s! I had no idea until my Uncle and Aunt visited one night and told me. (They thought I had known.)

My trusty fox.

My trusty fox.

Enjoying my kitchen with Chip.

Enjoying my kitchen with Chip.

First Christmas.

First Christmas.

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