Jun 25, 2009
A Place to Call Their Own
My daughter and her fiance are buying a home. The current economic downturn has afforded them an opportunity they probably would not have had otherwise. Home prices in the Detroit area have been steadily falling over the last two years and sellers are desperate. As an added bonus they also get the benefit of an $8,000 tax credit as first time home buyers thanks to President Obama's stimulus package.
It's a small ranch in a nice neighborhood with beautiful big trees. We went to look at their future home last weekend while the Inspector was giving it the once over. Many of the neighbors wanted to sneak a peak at the new folks and conveniently found some outdoor things to do while we were walking the perimeter. They all seem very nice.
As we walked through the house I noticed that some of the belongings of the previous owner were still there. She was an elderly lady who passed away three years ago. Her two sons have been trying to sell the house for quite some time. They cleared out many of her items but some things were left to be dealt with later. Some were very mundane and ordinary but a few of them really stood out and made me realize that houses have a life of their own. They see families come and go. Each family's life played out within it's walls. Memories are carried in the hearts and minds of the people who lived them, but somehow it seems there is some whisper of those memories in the walls of their home.
The things that whispered to me were......
The old kodak camera hanging on the wall in the basement.
The hand washed handkerchiefs and doilies hung on a line in the basement.
The empty canning jars waiting in the pantry.
Handwritten notes stuck to the refrgierator door.
An old 1950's dining set relegated to the basement.
Small things, but reminders that life is made up of ordinary moments strung together. My daughter and her future husband are very excited, as they should be. Young, in love and about to set off on building a new life together. As we toured the house we heard about their plans for their new home. These awnings have to come down, this will be the office, etc. etc. So, new memories will be built and children will be born and ordinary things will happen day in and day out. This house will continue to be a home.