01 October 2014

31 Days, A Writing Challenge - Day 1 - 58 Water Street

I am mostly excited and slightly nervous about joining this adventure. I'm taking part in the 31 Days writing challenge hosted by Myquillyn at Nesting Place. I'm excited about this challenge because there are many images and moments, on both a small and magnificent scale, that inspire me every day. I'm nervous because holy moses. 31 days straight.

The topic I chose is 'Images & Moments Of Our Life.' That sounds very dramatic as I write it now, but I can't count the number of times I've witnessed something that struck me as "us" "our family" "our home" "our life." I love the idea of capturing those moments and sharing. In addition to moments and images I'll share things that tell our story, as much as any "thing" is capable of doing. 

Jumping in…the house below sits at 58 Water Street, and there's a little "me" standing on the front porch somewhere in the neighborhood of 1978. I was two when we moved into that house. I remember walking in the front door to see the house before we bought it, and the elderly woman who still lived there greeted us at the door. How's that for an early memory?

When my parents bought this house it was one of seven or eight white houses in a row, on that section of the street. My Dad promptly painted it red. He meant for it to be brown, but due to his color-blindness, it turned out red. True story. Better red than brown, in my opinion. 

This is an old house, built in the early to mid 1800's. 

I watched floors being jacked up from the cellar to make them level. The fact that you can even do that will blow the mind of a young girl. 

I watched original hardwood floors transformed from old to beautiful. I watched my parents hang wallpaper, paint, tear down walls, install beams in the ceilings, build cabinets in the kitchen, add and eventually enclose a patio, garden, compost, and live as a beautiful family in a very small town. 

We were an imperfect blended family of seven. We only lived there for nine years. 

When I started this blog I decided to name it after this house because this is where my love of design began, and I had no idea at the time. Because I was just a tiny girl.  I was blissfully unaware, absorbing all of that activity. We were a DIY family before DIY was even a thing. Actually, I just had design-happy parents with skills who enjoyed fixing up the old house.

When we moved out of this house, my Mom and I briefly lived with my Grandma, just down the street and up the hill in the same sweet town. Then we left that small town, and moved to a less friendly place full of people I never really had a chance to know. 

My sister and her young family moved in to 58 Water Street for a couple of years. 

Eventually one of my best friends from childhood moved in. (I told you it was a small town.) This summer I visited the old house with my dear friend. Her parents still live there. Nothing has changed. The wallpaper is still there, and in very good condition, a job well done. The country stencils and Shaker-style wall decor remain in place. It is all wonderfully intact. The built-in bookshelves on either side of the fireplace are oddly smaller than I remember. 

I love small towns and old houses. I love brick buildings, tiny libraries, and ancient broken sidewalks. I love history and the smell of old homes with a story. 

I doubt I'll ever convince my husband that an old house is right for us, but I'll always appreciate the experience I had. 

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Day 1: 58 Water Street
Day 2: Read To Me
Day 3: The Best Of What's Around
Day 4: The Perfect Autumn Weekend
Day 5: A Sunday Well Spent
Day 6: My Favorite Fall Movies
Day 7: Coffee & Crochet
Day 8: Ivy League Style
Day 9: Antiquing In Ohio
Day 10: The Basket Is Done
Day 11: Saturday Catch-up
Day 12: Instruments As Decor
Day 13: Drama In The Dining Room
Day 14: One Step Closer To A New Dining Room
Day 15: Happy Wednesday
Day 16: Do You Dress The Way You Decorate?
Day 17: Halloween Around The House
Day 18: Scenes From Saturday
Day 19: An Admittedly Pedestrian Bucket List
Day 20: Curtains In The living Room
Day 21: A Project For Leftover Paint Samples
Day 22: A Simple Plan For The Dining Room
Day 23: On My Walls Pt. 1
Day 24: The Best Of What's Around
Day 25: Saturday
Day 26: Late Sunday Post
Day 27: Deep Navy Dining Room
Day 28: I Found All The Brass Things
Day 29: My Favorite Fall Accessory
Day 30: Ghosts Of Halloween Past
Day 31: The Best Of What's Around


  1. How sweet! I love this so much. And what an original name for your blog. Can't wait to read along the rest of the month!

  2. Truly memories to cherish. There is something to remodeling a house that makes it into a real home. It makes it really your own. It makes the house fit like a favorite, well worn piece of clothing.

    1. Agreed. Otherwise, it just belongs to someone else.

  3. What a neat way to capture memories. I love old houses!

  4. A touching tribute to "our" house. :) I love seeing it before the red. It took me a minute to recognize it.

    1. Yes, and you can see the door there on the front porch that we removed. I say "we" like I had anything to do with it. So silly.

  5. Wow a great post. Thanks for sharing! Looking forward to read your posts!

    Amanda livingandtravelingafrica.wordpress.com


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