Old Houses

There is something very rewarding, yet very challenging, about living in an old house. You really have to love these treasures from the past if you choose to make one the place you call home. You appreciate their peculiarities and quirks, and understand that even though they may be fabulously restored and quite beautiful, they are still and always will be, an old house.

We live in one such old house built in 1897. We think it is more than lovely and still notably remarkable after one hundred years at its address in Rutherford County. It faces due south with gorgeous old maples that will turn your head every autumn. One of these historic trees, an oak, is estimated to be over 300 years old. It has all the old house special features. Floors that squeak, walls that are not square, things that won’t work… things you wish did not work and, of course, noises in the night. It has its recorded and remembered histories of births, deaths and all the parts of family and community life in between. And with all of this, we think it has an unexplainable warmth and welcome that is all its own. Several mornings ago, I caught a glimpse of our old house in a setting I had not seen in all the years we have lived here. Just before daylight, I was walking up the back hill and there it stood like a picture from Currier and Ives. In that gentle, not quite light, time of morning, the lights of the house were pouring out through the windows, warming the cool mist and welcoming the day! It seemed to speak of days past and family, of strength and history. It looked so special. It was a scene of nostalgia and stately charm. (the previous excerpted from “Patterns of the Heart”)

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