The Old Country House

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This is not complete, just dont know where I'm going with it. Something to do with your time after retirement.

The Old Country House

 

I bought an old house out in the country from a young man whose father had left it to him after his passing. The house was small, but with room enough for me and the missus. Our children had all grown with families of their own. The front yard was large with a driveway that curled around to the back of the house. In back there stood a garage that was once used as a stable. The roof sagged a little and two of the windows were broken, but, like the house, it was sturdy. There is a sizeable meadow behind the garage with a grove of oak trees and a small pond.

After we moved in, I set about inspecting the house for repairs. This old house was a simple little house. The only gingerbread appeared on the gables. There, on the roof stood two dormers. These were the windows for the upstairs loft. Inside, the loft extended the whole width of the house. Interrupted only where the staircase came up in the middle. I looked back at the side of the house and noticed the paint peeling a little and one gutter, at the back of the house, drooped a little at the drain. I spied a stone nearby and place it under the drain.

I stepped back and saw the gutter was level. While rubbing the dirt from my hands, I discovered my wife had come out and was standing behind me, laughing. She exclaimed, "That will work for now, but you'll have to fix it proper. I asked what she was doing. She said she was taking a break from scrubbing the kitchen floor. "Well," she said, "this isn't getting my chores done. So, I gave her a kiss, patted her bottom, and sent her on her way.

This is when I looked to the double doors of the root cellar. It sat squarely under the kitchen. I opened the doors and started down when two birds flew out startling me. The first smell I noticed was the damp smell of earth. The second smell was of decay. "There must be a dead rodent down there," I thought. I ventured into root basement and found a dead squirrel on the floor. I went back out, grab a shovel and scooped it up. Back outside, I had no clue what to do with it, so I put it in the trash can. You guessed it, by the end of the week when the trash was picked up, my wife had words about the smell.

I went back down in the root cellar to look around. When the contractors put the foundation in they walled up the cellar. They didn't do the floor, though. The cellar had a dirt floor, or a mud floor, whatever the season was. The shelves along the wall had water stains at the base and some wood rot. This told me the root cellar flooded during the rainy season. Another chore on my list. My list was growing and I haven't even started on the inside. I decided to take a walk.

As I wandered about the place, taking in all the wonderful sounds and smells of the country, I began to notice the wonders of this home I bought. I discovered a creek meandering its way through the medow. The little creek wound its way across to the small pond I had seen earlier. Beside the pond there was a log, worn from many years of use. I sat down and found it quite comfortable. I thought, "This would be a good quiet place to read and ponder." I'm sure the previous owner had done so for many years. I heard the missus calling. Supper must be ready.

I told my bride of my journey across the 'back-forty' and of the log beside the small pond. She said it would be a great place to do her bible studies and talk to Lord. I asked if I could build an arbor over the log for shade. She said that would be wonderful. When she arose to clean up the dishes I offered my help. My wife told me I had an arbor to build, she would do up the dishes. This is how I filled my days, doing different projects around the house. I soon discovered that, with a house of this age, I would keep very busy.


Submitted: April 02, 2012

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