Files from the Road: History of a House is the first post in a series of my travels on the East Coast. First stop, my hometown in Tennessee, where I stay in a house that is 107 years old. Owned by only five families, two of those have been friends of mine.
Situated on the top of a hill, this was central station for our grade school sledding gang on ice days. On run after run, asphalt of the narrow street could clearly be seen through the solid inch-thick ice. We would hobble on frozen stubs into the house to warm up over hot cider.
Well built in 1908 with enviable front porches, high ceilings, and an outhouse, this home retains its original integrity ~ with the addition of two bathrooms ~ and holds many memories of children and grandchildren at play. These days the owner fills the large kitchen with wonderful aromas of Southern cooking, and I go back in time and ponder the many days of this place.
In a big city like Los Angeles, where I live, old homes get razed daily for bigger and better, but in a small town, where the pace is slower and the demand less great, there’s value in preserving the history of a house. ~
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