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Connie, I remember that cold Christmas because we lost our power as well. Thankfully, we have two wood fireplaces and kept them both going. Neighbors came to get warm and enjoy something hot. We have a gas stove so I could still cook which was really important. LIke you, we had every quilt out on the beds !! I wasn’t so terrible because it created a time when time was spent with neighbors and just simply enjoying the fellowship of each other and being able to have a location where people could come and escape the cold . It is a rare time when Florida gets this cold and thankfully, we had a new load of wood to keep tow fireplaces in use. It was a Christmas to remember!!

My ex husband has a beautiful wood cookstove – 6 burners, 20 gallon water tank, oven, and warming ovens – at his house in California. I’d love to have it here, but not sure where I’d put it – probably have to rearrange everything and put it in the living room. LOL! It would be great to warm the house up. Since this house is 116 years old, it has high ceilings, so the heat rises up above us and the heating bill is high in the winter and A/C is high in the summer.

Have I told y’all the story of my first home? I was born in Seymour, Texas on up toward Whitcha Falls. We lived in Knox County in a community called Cottonwood Flat. My mother said it got cold early that year…1943. So by the time we came home from the hospital on the 22nd of October it was cool. A week later Grandma came to stay and help my mother who had a C Section. gas efficient cars under 10000 A bitter North wind howled outside so grandma took rags, towels, old clothes, etc. and wet them…stuffed them in the cracks in the north wall. They froze almost immediately and they were able to warm the room with the kerosene heater!I

I remember my mom talking about doing things like that at what she always called "the little house". My brother and sister were born there. I think it was the first house they lived in after they got married. She had a name for every house they lived in. When they moved to where I was born it was the first house they actually owned and I lived there until I was married. They lived there for only 26 years. Then they moved to Florida and they were there for 22 years. In that 22 years they lived in 5 different places. My mom always said my dad couldn’t stay in one place very long but living in one house for 26 yrs seems a long time. We have been in this place for 18. We were military so we moved a lot until we left service and bought our first home here. We lived there for 8 years. Went to Florida for 18 months, NW Pennsylvania for 8 months and back here where we bought the house we’d always look at when we’d drive by going to church. It was empty for many, many years. While we were in PA a builder purchased it and did a little facelift and it was on the market when we came back. It was built in 1897 and the only update was in 2000. It has a lot of farmhouse characteristics still left. So we’ve been here 18 years.

Great conversation. I love talking about houses and I believe they all have a story to tell. I’ve been in my "Little Eden" since Nov 13, 2011 when I moved to Paris. I came from a small town 100 miles west of Paris where I had lived in an old farm house for 35 years. I have family in and around Paris but none where I came from. I was born in Dallas in 1942. Just a year before my house I’m in now was born.

1943 Camp Maxey an army training camp was built outside of Paris. As WWII wound down it was no longer needed so was closed. Buildings were either torn down or moved. That’s how my little house got to it’s small yard in Paris. I should research Camp Maxey – would love to see what my house looked like before it was moved. gas in babies that breastfeed It wasn’t fancy built but solid as only an GI would.

The original house has 7′ ceilings. The new addition built 15 years ago by the pervious owners has 8′ ceiling. 66 gas station It runs the length of the eastside of my house and is divided into three equal size rooms. First is my walk-in closet off my front bedroom. Middle room is my bathroom which opens into the laundry room which has a south facing window that overlooks my Yellow Rose Cottage. It also has a door that goes into the kitchen. The original house was only living room, kitchen, two bedrooms, and bath.

My parents actually had the back half of the house that was bought by two brothers. They each had properties around and they split the cost of buying and moving the house and put each half on a separate property they owned and then sold the houses. I went to school with the gal whose family owned the front half. It wasn’t to far from our place

I remember how mom reused so many things for other purposes. She was very creative that way. Things she would do that just never dawned on me. She saved all the decorative jars that coffee came in and use them to keep critters out of other foods instead of keeping things in boxes. I do things like that now but she did it out of necessity. They couldn’t afford to just go by it during those times. I have often thought of doing more research on the Depression and wartimes to see what they did and why.

We were in the Navy. Yes, They did move us and our belongings. They came in and packed everything, but I never let them pack the china JT sent home from Japan. It never had a broken piece until we moved to Florida. We were no longer military that move. They would actually pack trash if there was any in the bucket. We heard that from a friend so we made sure there was no trash. They did that because they were paid by the weight.

Thanks Denise. If Triston joins the air force, which it looks like he will do…..well anyway little sister argued with me when I said they would never have to move themselves. He wants to have a career in the military. Hadlee has never moved. When Wade finished their house she was three. The Amish made furniture was driven here in an old truck, those guys brought in every piece, put the beds and dining table together. Then a local furniture store showed up with mattresses, pillows, sofas, etc. I looked at my son and said, ‘Wade that is the fastest, easiest move you will ever make…you did not do anything. bp gas prices ny Moving is lots of hard work.

Up-town grocery shopping is coming to Brookshires where I shop. Starting on Thurs they will deliver. I’m so ready for it. I knew it was coming but didn’t think it would be this soon. I will put my first order in Thurs or Fri. Still reading all about it so I don’t know the fee yet. I do know they have a monthly & yearly plan but haven’t found the price. Must say they didn’t make it easy to read.

What I gather so far is Brookshires has contracted with a company to do the shopping and delivery. I wonder if it’s the same company other grocery stores use. Brookshires’ home office is in Tyler, TX and they have stores through-out north and east TX. Earlier this year they bought 80 Piggly Wiggly stores in La so I guess they are big enough now to offer home delivery.

This discussion is fascinating about living in old houses!! I love hearing all of the stories and how you came to purchase them and live. Old houses are wonderful and they speak of history and layers of so many families and different times.I grew up in a house that was built in 1949 and I came along in 1951. The home that we have now was built in 1961 and we have lived here for 39 years. Neither of these houses were that interesting but they both have given me a steady home with a place to grow up, then a place to raise our girls, and now a comfortable place to enjoy retirement. My little "Log Cabin" is the attempt to create a little history within the walls of the house I live in. It is working pretty well!! I am drawn to old and primitive things and this room is my MJF/Cabin "Eden"!! It is amazing how the wallpaper gives me that feel of a log cabin. When I show others my cabin, most reactions are rather polite. They don’t get it at all!! LOL!! The Girl has a Log Cabin obsession!! LOL!! My girls just sort of laugh and shrug it off "Mom always liked old broken down kind of stuff"!! Yep! And I would say….Proud of it!! LOL!! This aside, I think it would be an honor to live in a piece of real history. While I think I would have loved it, it was never anything that made sense when we were raising our family. So, Farmgirls, LOVE those old beauties. You are the lucky ones to have been entrusted with a piece of our past.

The old house I am in was built in 1902 (though the tax records said 1916 – I think that may have been the year they started taxing here?). When I bought it in 2010, it had been renovated by the people I bought it from. It was the living room, dining room, and kitchen down the right side of the center hallway and 2 bedrooms with a bathroom and closet between them (the closet only accessible from the front bedroom). At the far end of the hall was the laundry and miscellaneous room – 7′ x 21′ – formerly the porch. The fixtures in the two bedrooms are off-center, because for the bath and closet they took 3-1/2′ from each room and 7′ x 7′ became the bathroom and the rest became the closet – the only closet in the house. Five-six years after I moved in I took the 8 feet of the laundry room that had a door from the rear bedroom and made it into a second bathroom. There are 3 lightning rods on top of the house with the twisted grounding rods on 3 corners of the house.When I bought it, the front porch had no railing – but I added it, because there was a picture of the house when the couple before me had purchased it and there was a railing. There is also an out-buildinng here that I use as my quilting/craft storage building. I found out that it was added on with an entrance from the laundry/porch in the mid 1950s, when her niece and grand niece were living here. The previous owners had it separated from the house because it was easier to level the house with it not attached.

As to the history of my house, I have been in contact with one of her great nieces – at least I was several years back. Mrs. que gases componen el aire Ragland, the daughter of the original owner/builder, lived in this house until she was 102, when she was moved by her neice to a retirement home, where she passed away at age 106. Mrs. Ragland’s sister lived here with her until the sister passed away and Mrs. Ragland’s niece and her daughter(s) lived here for a while, too. Mrs. Ragland was a spinster school teacher at the school in my town. Whenever I mention to people in town that I live in the Ragland house, most of them say they have been here – for a class project, picnic, or party with Mrs. Ragland – when they were her students. electricity 101 youtube She taught many grades in the grade school during her tenure here, and even some of the younger residents here have heard of her from their parents or grandparents. I have asked for pictures of what the house looked like on the inside when Mrs. Ragland was living here, and one person said they would find some and send them, but haven’t received them yet.

Shortly after we bought this place the son in law of the man who owned it previously, a Mr. Schrier, brought a picture and the original survey of the property tof gI’ve us. Mr Schrier owned 16+ acres with the house but had sold off 3 lots of 4 acres and kept the rest. He was a chicken farmer and at one time there had been a fire here because we can still see pieces of charred wood in the tiny attic. It is not possible to get in the attic unless you crawl in on your belly. There are no floorboards only the rafters and insulation between. Probably why the mice head there in the winter. Anyway, when we tilled up our first garden we kept hitting pieces of cinder blocks. It seems they plowed under the outbuildings that had burned up. When we first moved here and someone asked where it was we would say the yellow house on the hill but found more people were familiar with Schrier’s old house.

Denise the way your mom gave each house a name…That is sort of !like what my mother did. Up in the panhandle, I was 4, we lived on the Lee Farm. I don’t know if her uncle had it leased or if he owned it but my daddy was working for him. Then we moved to Snyder, out in west Texas. Daddy had built us a house out side of town. Sadly we only lived in it for three years because a thunderstorm happened, ( we were on a fishing trip) lightening struck our house and burned it to the ground. So then we rented for several years, living in the Drinkard house, one of five identical little houses, was a start,After the fire we lived in a one room efficiency apartment for a month, until mother could locate something larger. Another apartment sheltered us that Christmas and spring. Then Mr. Drinkard had a vacancy. When we moved to Snyder there were always drilling rigs running. Mother often said we lived in Christmas town. 100 rigs all lit up! Wow it was a sight for sure. That is why it was so hard to find decent living quarters for a family of five.

Then we moved across the street to the Harrell house. ( when I married my husband’s grandparents lived in a house just like the Harrell house. Later when my mother in law remarried they bought a similar house. electricity history pdf I guess it was a good house plan. Two bedrooms with a bathroom between them on the left and the living and dining room on the right. There was a butler’s pantry between the dining room and kitchen. A sun room was at the back of the house. The house we lived in had French doors between The middle bedroom and the sunroom. The sunroom was my little brothers bedroom. He was afraid of crickets, at age seven or so, and often left his special room and slept on the sofa. There was also a door into the sunroom from the kitchen. Finally my parents bought a duplex, with plans to remodel it. Mother got a very nice kitchen…keeping room in that remodel. She kept the other kitchen as her canning kitchen. I was in high school, so I only enjoyed our ‘new’ place for a couple of years, then I went to college.