We moved out of this house when I was in the 8th grade, the same weekend that President John Kennedy was buried. Kay has always said this place is home to her. She was in college when we moved. The house became a catch all for everyone's "I don't want it but it's too good to throw away" and "my kids want to keep this". It took days to sort through the stuff , piles of what to keep, what to trash, what to give away. We called a truck from the Rescue Mission - once the piles were sorted and they carried it out. Then, Kay and I began meeting there during the week on days I didn't work and then we got family involved and we tore off the siding on the house, stripped and refinished the hardwood flooring and Kay's son, Patrick, painted the exterior. We held two Christmas gatherings there. It is a wonderful old place that is "home".
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| Cleaning the shelves in the pantry |
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| Cutting away ivey that has overtaken a tree |
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| This gave us a fit - these bees were not happy that we were taking away their home. They were also inside the wall. Rough working. I sent this photo to an agriculture expert who told us what kind of bees they were - I've never seen anything like it. |
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| Beginning to take some shape |
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| Kitchen area |
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| Back side of house |
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| Siding is off - we are ready to scrap, paint and re-screen |
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| Our dumpster - filled with building materials |
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| Starting to take shape |
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| Floor to the hallway - have been covered in linoleum for years |
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| This was the toughest part - the kitchen floor. Our mom and dad had put down this black paper (with enough glue to never come up) and the linoleum. We spent DAYS and I mean DAYS on this. |
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| Starting to look like home |
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| Floors - wet after first poly coat |
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| Upstairs bedroom - knee wall |
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