You know how it is when you move, and the folks who bought your house make improvements outside and you wonder what they did inside but you don’t want to go ask for a tour?
Sell your house to your brother, and you can.
Charlie bought a house on the GI Bill when he got home from Germany (after the Korean Wa– I mean conflict). Just before he and I met, he and his “baby” brother bought land in Indiana, planning to build houses within hollerin’ distance of each other. Then his brother decided to stay in town, but needed a bigger house, so he sold his, bought ours, and sold us his half of the land.
So we get to see our old house, inside and out, several times a year. We went yesterday, in fact, and I got some door photos.
They put in the retaining wall and the deck.
We hardly ever used the front door. The only time I recall any of us using the front door was when our girls played detective (which the did A LOT), and rang the bell to warn me that Jack the Ripper had been seen in the neighborhood driving a gray van, and to beware because Flag Day was coming up, and he did his worst on Flag Day. They can’t remember now why Flag Day was the day. Maybe they heard somebody say that “a red flag” meant danger?
ANYWAY, we always walked up this to the back door.
We walk past this.
That’s the door to the crawlspace (this house doesn’t have a basement, so the plumbing and stuff is accessed through this. A crawlspace is just as creepy as it sounds. Charlie says, “That’s the same door that was here when I bought the place, fifty years ago.” Not pretty, but it’s apparently a good’un.
So THIS is the door we come in. There’s a Welcome sign on it, and food inside. I’m in!
Oh! Before we go in, let’s look at the rock garden. Charlie made one there, himself, but it was pretty … vernacular. Mrs. Baby Brother had a professional lay the stone and had a small deck put in. She had a new fence built and painted it. Isn’t it great??
From the kitchen, we can look through into the addition Charlie built. Baby Brother did some gussying up here, too, and Mrs. Brother redecorated the kitchen. We’re all like, “Can we move back in?” That “Little” Charlie, Mr. and Mrs. Brother’s son, who also came to lunch. We reminded him of when he was little and his sister, who was littler, looked at him consideringly and said, “Charlie, you got a big head,” and he said, “Yeah, and it’s full of brains, too.” He said, “I still use that one.”
This used to be the linen closet. Charlie and his late wife were so brilliant: each of the girls had a different color towel, so there would be no quarreling about who used who’s towel. I don’t know what’s in the closets now, ’cause it’s done of my business. I love these skinny doors!
We had a great lunch, which Baby Brother cooked. All the brothers and sisters and inlaws were there, as well as Little Charlie. A fine time was had by all.
This has been part of Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors link-up. Visit his page and click on the blue frog link at the bottom to visit other doors from around the world!
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Your character goes back to a house where they used to live.