Sunday, August 17, 2008
there is an old brick firepit in my backyard.
it is too close to where the chicken coop is being built to even think about using it for its original purpose, so i have decided to make it my compost pit. when i started to dig it out, i would find bits and pieces of the former owners here. loads of glass shards went to the trash, but i am collecting the other finds.
back in june, when i started working on the house prior to moving in, i had hauled a trashcan full of weeds and vines to the curb. an older gentleman pulled up asking to see the interior of the house. i was born at night, but not last night and hesitated. he then proceeded to tell me that he had grown up in the house and was curious to how it still looked inside. i asked him if he knew my grandparents and it turned out that his stepfather and my grandfather were close friends. red also said that he wouldn't be surprised if my grandfather didn't help his stepfather build my barnesque garage.
once i knew that he wasn't a stonefaced axekiller, i invited him in to see the house. he showed me where a long hall had been and how the living room had been two rooms originally. doorways & closets had changed, too. i love the newly realized history of this place and hope to keep unearthing more of it.