Another post dedicated to a house. But once again its not just a house. This is my grandparent's house. My grandfather built it himself. There many memories here. This is the house my mom grew up in and the one I spent every holiday and many many Sundays (especially during college and my pre-marriage years in DC when I came up every weekend). We far exceeded maximum capacity for one bathroom on many occasions! My brother and cousins and I played in the woods and creek and trees and bushes! There was a TON of great food eaten here and more memories than I could ever post about. My grandmother is now in a very nice assisted living home 10 minutes away and the house is finally almost sold. We can only hope that the next family makes as many fond memories as mine did.
Another post dedicated to a house. But once again its not just a house. This is my grandparent's house. My grandfather built it himself. There many memories here. This is the house my mom grew up in and the one I spent every holiday and many many Sundays (especially during college and my pre-marriage years in DC when I came up every weekend). We far exceeded maximum capacity for one bathroom on many occasions! My brother and cousins and I played in the woods and creek and trees and bushes! There was a TON of great food eaten here and more memories than I could ever post about. My grandmother is now in a very nice assisted living home 10 minutes away and the house is finally almost sold. We can only hope that the next family makes as many fond memories as mine did.
The other weekend the kids and I came in to visit friends and mom-mom so we stayed here Friday night. I know they'll never remember this house but I just wanted some proof they had a few good times here as well.
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