House that Yarn Built.
I thought this was over and felt badly that I forgot to contribute, but Ruth reminded me in this post. Allison at Simply Socks is matching donations up to $1000, so if you are like me and wanted to do this but forgot, have at it! Make it Right is where you donate (the big ‘donate now’ button), and after a bit you’re given the opportunity to indicate it is the House that Yarn Built (I’m telling you because I spent a few minutes puzzling about where to actually donate).
Both pictures were taken on drive-bys. Driving done by my brother. And though he’d humor me enough to take me to these places, he wouldn’t actually stop.
I never lived here, but this is the family farmstead in Bristol ME. Built by an ancestor in the mid 1700′s, and somebody in my biological father’s family still owns it. They come up for the summers. I’ve visited, and it’s pretty interesting inside, a real old-fashioned center chimney cape with fireplaces in the four rooms. And an attic FULL of old stuff, including an old loom mostly held together with pegs and a few square nails and it still has fabric on it. I told the men (who would be my father’s cousins, so my cousins once removed) who own it, they should consider giving a bunch of that stuff to a historical society. I was only in the attic for a few minutes, but it would surely be a place to spend some time. And all of the old portraits? I look like these people. People I don’t know in the least. It was interesting. And a bit creepy. My favorite part of visiting these folks is talking with Dulce Maria, wife to one of my cousins. She’s from Guadelajara. She welcomes my bad Spanish! And like her name, she is very sweet (but not in a saccharine way).
It will look like this again soon. We’ve called our woodman.