Nostalgic

This time of year is always very nostalgic for me. I'm flooded with memories from each stage of my life...from childhood to just a few years ago. From swimming in rivers to leaving home for months to wedding dresses to pregnancy tests. Abundant memories.

I lived in many places growing up, but there is one that has always stuck with me. I lived there when I was 7 years old and even back then I was enthralled and intrigued by its history. It was a house built in the 1800's. I later found out it was a mortuary and then a doctors office when the town was first established. This is a picture of it I found in the Encampment Museum this past weekend (bottom left). I began a love affair with things with history back then. Old things with stories to tell and share with me. My house is filled with them. Mixed in with modern the old gives it character and depth. I loved that house and was sad to leave it. I was sad to leave its staircase that I rode down in a hamper. I was sad to leave my window that overlooked the entire town at night. I was sad to leave the room where the chimney went though and I would sit against it to read and keep warm without a blanket in the winter.

I promised myself I would have an old home with history when I grew up....it's a work in progress.
This is what it looks like today ...I felt like a stalker taking its picture, but I just had to.

thanks for the memories old friend.