'Nother Snow Day

In my early twenties I worked for my uncle doing home construction. One of the projects he started just as I was moving on into the restaurant business was renovating an old farm house built in the 1890s in Hanover, PA. Some years later I visited a nearby relative, saw the house and fell in love with it.

The original structure remained with a tastefully done 2/3s addition. The home was situated on 3 acres with federally protected wetlands behind it, included three out buildings and was filled with antiques collected by my uncle. It was gorgeous. L and I looked into purchasing it —fully furnished with all those antiques— but the cost would have necessitated two salaries, and L was looking to have children.

I often think of that old place, it’s isolation and solitude, and find that I’m still scheming a way to get into it… somehow. I especially think of it on these cold, snowy days when a hundred+ year old fireplace crackling with life between two, tall formica windows spilling out into the falling snow, nothing but woods in the background would really hit the spot.