Actually, it might have been at one time. How old is the house? I'll bet there used to be a lot more land around it that was sold off over the years. And I'll bet the part on the right was added at some point, and I'll bet before then there was a large barn with an enclosed woodshed connecting to the main house. In the woodshed or extension of the barn was the outhouse. I'll just bet. And is the kitchen in the back of the house? Could there have been a door back there, going into the woodshed? And in that kitchen in the back, I'll bet at one time there was an old water pump in the sink.
Is there a front parlor? I'll bet there used to be horsehair couches in it. Is there a central room with doors off to the hallways? I'll bet there used to be a large wood-burning stove in it, which is where everyone gathered in the winter-time, with all those windows closed to keep the heat in.
And I'll bet there's an old stairway going up to the bedrooms upstairs, and on that old stairway used to be a collection of old irons, one on each step.....
Do you have pix of the interior? I wanna see! I wanna see!
I'm not jealous, just a little sentimental, remembering times long ago. Those times are long gone, and I have to move on, but I'm an old Mainer at heart, and always will be.
Our new house is very reminiscent of an old farmhouse, but western farmhouse, not New England-style. It's a very old-fashion floor plan, not the typical open style of the new homes nowadays, and we have arched doorways and old-fashion mouldings around the floors and windows. The wrap-around porch is really very western farm-style; I just ordered some wooden porch rockers for the front porch.
Our old cottage on Lake Kezar had a screened-in porch, and daddy had some antique rockers that we'd all sit in and rock while looking out over the lake, just 20 feet in front of us. Daddy would sit there and rock for hours, looking through his binoculars, while us kids would be out in the lake, swimming, trying to get him to come into the water with us.
Happy days, happy times.
The old cottage kept sinking into the sand; daddy "jacked it up" on cinder blocks every year. It was just a cottage and eventually had to be torn down.
We used to go visit Aunt Mattie Whitehouse, who had a house just like yours in South Berwick, and Aunt Mattie Gibson, who had an old mansion on the ocean at Wells Beach. Of course they're all dead now....
Why am I such a sentimental old slob?
Worms.
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