i swear, this old house is talking to me, maybe even complaining a bit. built in the mid 40's, i acquired it in 1983. i was 10 years into a bad marriage, with two young children, ages 1 and 3. within a year i was divorced. almost immediately, i had a new guy, one with a lot of connections to this house.
he grew up across the street. he was best friends with the son of the owners of this house back in the 50's. he attended some wild parties held here, i've seen the photos. the avocado tree in the back yard...planted from a pit in the 60's. the rose bush...still going strong after 40 years. the very weird existing layout of the house...with the strange little windowless room in the center. so many people in this small town have lived here, partied here, passed through this house. if the walls had ears...
and now that we're tearing the walls down, i'm worried. will they remember all that happened here or is that up to me? how does a house maintain it's history if you rip out it's guts?
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