We celebrated Easter this past weekend. Resurrection Day for Christians all around the world when we celebrate the resurrection of the living Christ who died on the cross for every single person on earth. Took all our sins upon Himself so that no one would perish. All one needs to do is accept Him as your Savior and you are saved for all eternity. How wonderful is that?
I love Easter and all it means. But I also love all the renewal in nature with the trees budding, the flowers growing and the birds nesting and making new families. I love to be with family on Easter and have a big dinner and an Easter egg hunt for the kids. We had seventeen at our table this Easter. Friends and family and I felt so absolutely blessed.
We had a big Easter egg hunt. We put money signs in some eggs and candy signs in others and the children had to turn their eggs in for money or candy.
They were all excited about the money. Yes, money wins over candy, but not by much.
Here they are ready to start the hunt. We made it a little harder to find the eggs this year as they all found them way too fast last year and they are all getting bigger so we wanted them to be challenged. One hundred and seventy eggs to find.
And the race was on for the eggs. We hid them in the front yard, in the back yard, in the side yard and in the tiny woods next to our house.
When the hunt was finished, they all lined up according to age and Grandpa counted their money out and they picked out their candy and I think they were all excited and happy to receive their prizes. I told David that next year I want to make it bigger than ever.
And as in past years, we had a contest to see who would get in the pool first. It was 54 degrees cold. All the boys(and that big boy) jumped in the pool. Immediately they all ran for the hot tub.
Fifty-four degrees to one hundred and one degrees in five seconds. I think these two were numb from the cold.
The biggest boy of all had to get in also.
Yes, it was a blessed and fun Easter. I am so thankful we can have this time together to make memories.
And in other news. I love old houses. Our house is over one hundred years old and I love everything about it. Yes, it can be drafty and hard to keep dusted and it’s not open concept like so many people want nowadays. Yes, it’s a lot of work and we have spent a lot of money through the years to make it up to date and liveable, but we would rather have this old house than any new one.
We had a beautiful older house right next door. It belonged to a doctor who had his office in it. When we first moved here, his office was a bustling business. People in and out all day. He was an OBGYN and everyone I met through the years knew of someone whose baby had been delivered by him. He and his wife were nice neighbors. They let us use their yard when we were building our pool for all the equipment needed to build it to come through their yard. They even gave us flowers for a gift for our pool. Then he closed his office and retired and they moved to a house not far away, but kept this old house. Every week they would come and mow the yard and clean up around the house. They would pick up their mail every day. But the house stood empty for years. One time some kids broke into the house and David went over and caught them and we called the police, but the doctor and his wife let them off. They were nice people like that. So through the years the house stood there. David and I wondered what would become of it. Would some family buy it and bring it to life again? Would it become a business? One time David offered to buy it for our quilt shop, but it was the family home so it wasn’t for sale.
It was a beautiful old house. Notice I wrote, “was.”
For the almost thirty-nine years we have lived next door I could look out any of our southern facing windows and see this beautiful old house. There was something comforting about it. Knowing it had stood there for years sheltering families and a doctor’s office.
A grand old home with a big front porch. But then…….
This pulled into the side yard the other day. David and I speculated what was going to happen. David thought they were going to dig a new sewer system. I had a premonition that the old house was going to be torn down. Sadly, I was right. It seems the house was uninsurable and had to be torn down for liability reasons.
So yesterday I woke up and heard a noise next door I wish I would never have heard. The sound of an old house dying.
Piece by piece, it was torn apart and the pieces put in a huge dumpster. It would take eight dumpsters to haul away all the pieces.
I get tears in my eyes just looking at this picture and realizing this house will be no more.
How quickly decades of living and memories can be all wiped away. A house is built and families come and go in it and it holds all the memories. Where do the memories go when the house is gone? Who will remember the things that went on in this house? Who will remember the people? I know I will remember Doc and his wife for as long as I live.
Finally the last vestige of the house remains. But it can’t withstand the machine pushing it down.
A final push and it’s over.
While watching the house going down, David and I noticed all the things left inside. It was almost as if Doc just up and left everything in it and locked the door.
Clothes hanging in a closet upstairs. Some look like army uniforms. Probably from the second world war. Why did no one want them?
Painted cabinets and beautiful woodwork and wallpaper. I wish I could have gone through this house before it was demolished.
A coffee pot and medical records. David found one that blew out and it was dated 1932.
A sign on the wall about the first year’s growth of a baby.
An old wooden cabinet. Someone could have torn this out and used it.
I saw this old door and really wished I could have gone in to save it, but in the dumpster it went.
Beautiful old wallpaper.
The old house sat in a big yard. A yard my children and the neighborhood children played in years ago. Doc was nice about letting kids play in his big back yard. Baseball games, kite flying, walking dogs. There was even a “secret” gate into the adjoining field that my grandchildren loved to look for and go through. Yes, many memories surround this house for our family. My daughter played under a big old mulberry tree with two neighbor girls. Neighbors met in the field to talk. Now most of the neighbors are gone and now the house is too.
I don’t want to remember the house like this. Just like a person I have loved who has died, I want to remember them in the prime of their life. That is how I will remember this house.
Beautiful and stately with redbuds blooming around it. Good-bye, old house.
Here’s to the hope of Easter and dear old houses. Bye.