Friday, April 15, 2011
This is FarmWife's house.
This house was built in 1901, and local legend says that it was the electrical transfer station for Wickersham back when Wickersham was a real town—a metropolis, practically, serving as the meeting place between loggers and railroad men. There were brothels here then, and legend says that this house served as a whorehouse, too, after its turn as a power hub. It was also home to a huge family, later, who grew up in this house and who squeezed in so tightly that one child called the dining room closet home. It was also home to a witch, once, and in the 1980s it was so decayed that there were blackberry bushes filling the kitchen. FarmWife wants to find out the name of the family that built the house, so that someday when it's looking beautiful she can get a little plaque that says "Jinglehiemer House, 1901" or words to that effect.
FarmWife's youngest daughter was born in this house. She's lived in it for all her life, and never lived anywhere else. This is the house that FarmWife likes best, out of every house she's ever been in. She loves it, even though it needs a paint job and a porch remodel.
This is FarmWife's first house, and she can't believe she got so lucky as to find it, with her husband, and to buy it, with her husband, and to live in it for all these wonderful years.
Here's my question: if I'm you're favorite pet, and it's your favorite house, then for hay's sake WHY CAN'T I COME IN?