If you're married, or living with a partner, have you
moved since you first put down roots in a home together?
I was living in a tiny apartment in Washington, D.C. when
Bob and I married almost fifty years ago! Within a
couple of weeks we moved to Bob's home town of Manchester,
New Hampshire . . .
. . . and set up house in this lovely home, renting the
second floor from the elderly French Canadian owners who
lived downstairs. We had to scrimp to pay the rent - times
were really tough for us in those days. I would often sit
on the back steps looking out across the city to
Mt. Uncanoonuc in the distance - wondering how on earth
I had ended up so far from my home and family in England.
I was so happy when we drove by the house today and saw
how well it has been kept up and is obviously loved by its
current owners. Those simple wooden steps where I sat,
planning my future, knowing I would probably never live
in England again, have been replaced by lovely decks
and stairs.
The garden was neat and attractive and the red front door
most welcoming. Some windows were open allowing the fresh
air in. Notice the beautiful front porch, sadly it was a
part of the house we were not permitted to use.
My dear in-laws lived a few hundred yards up the street
and were very kind to me during my New Hampshire years.
Burying my mother-in-law next to Bob's father this week
brought back so many memories. We've spent a lot of time
driving around town and chatting about those early years.
Today we returned to the cemetery to make sure all was well.
It was, and we feel comfortable leaving for home tomorrow
knowing our loved ones are together again.
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