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I grew up in a Victorian parsonage house across the street
from this house.
I grew up loving this house.
Every time I would go by in these past two years,
I would think
or say to Mike if we were together
that I wish this house would come up for sale.
Then one day I was driving back from a grandma/granddaughter shopping day,
and I saw the sign.
It was not there that morning when we left.
I cried out, "My house is for sale! My house is for sale!"
I jarred Peyton awake from her nap.
"Grandma, what's wrong?"
Then I explained about this house
and how I dreamed of owning it one day.
I called the realtor when we arrived at my home
and set up an appt. for Labor Day; (it was the Sat. of that weekend.)
attic which is huge and tall and full of
This top window is high up on the front wall of the attic and there is no way to get to it.
But I told Mike I'd have to be able to look out of it and he said he'd have to build me a ladder.
and a huge front upstairs foyer.
glass window on the landing of the staircase. The other windows are:
upstairs bedrooms and another attic window.
This is the side door that comes into the family room. Note the leaded glass.
This is the dining room with a built-in china closet.
A view of the front parlor from the family room.
Looking into the hallway and up the staircase from the parlor or living room.
doesn't -- fit.
The stained glass windows are in the walk-in closet of my old room in the parsonage.
(For those of you not familiar with the word parsonage:
it is a parson's or minister's house and is owned by the church.)
My parents room is to the right. My front windows are to the left.
My Grandpa Jarvis built in a vanity area for me under those beautiful windows.
The roof line is all messed up.
When "they" (a committee) had the roof replaced,
they had the attic windows covered up
and all the beautiful Victorian angles were removed.
It sickened me when I saw it and realized what had happened.
My dream house is directly across the street.
Someone else occupies the parsonage.
As for my dream house---right now it's a "No."
I will tell you the rest tomorrow.
(Hint: Though they have kept the woodwork and such looking good,
they have been negligent.)
I must go to bed.
Blessings and goodnight.