This Ol House

3 May

I have a deep and undying love for old homes. 

My mom grew up on a plantation home in Donaldsonville, Louisiana.  Palo Alto plantation. 

When my grandparents were still alive, the home was the location for some of my most special and guarded childhood memories.  Together with my bff cousins, we enjoyed easter egg hunts, Christmas parties,  horse back riding, staying up late, and sneaking downstairs early in the morning to find my Momo and Bubba making eggs, coffee, and sausage.  It was the only time I ever saw my well coiffed grandmother with her hair down. 

To this day, the smell of a pipe, old wood and baking biscuits brings me back.  It is an undescribable feeling, and something I was so lucky to experience.

Although my grandparents are now gone, I still have a profound love for old homes.   There is something about the mystery and untold stories that an old home has, it gives me chills. 

 When Charlie and I started looking for a place to call home, it was not even a question that said home had to be old.  Luckily, we live in a city where old homes are easy to come by. 

When we found our 1890’s victorian, I was sold.  La maison qui chante.  We put in an offer the next day and never looked back. 

It is true, old homes are drafty, difficult to fix and altogether moody.  But I would not change Calhoun Street for the world.  I have been called an old soul before, and I always take it as a complement.  My soul is just like my home, full of stories and a love for things past. 

 Charlie and I cannot wait to build memories in our home, adding to the story it will one day tell its new owners.  Hopefully, they can be as special as the memories my family and I have on the porch at Palo Alto.

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3 Responses to “This Ol House”

  1. SUE COOPER May 3, 2011 at 2:10 pm #

    Memories are what make your life rich and no one can take them away from you. And when we lose someone we love, it is our treasurred memories that we can hold onto and that keep our dear one alive.

  2. m.o.d. May 3, 2011 at 2:25 pm #

    oh that porch! the pictures of all of us huddled on the back porch, drinking, dancing and “jamming” together will forever be etched in my mind. c’est la vie .. and a good one at that!

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