Holy Homestead, Batman!!: Hello Officer.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Hello Officer.

Here we are in our rental - one step away from my own personal heaven. I've spent hours and hours convincing Joe that this will be great for the boys, better values, small town feel - away from the lights and crime of the big citAY...and our car is broken into. Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice. After the officer (who seemed to be VERY inconvenienced) left, Joe just said, "well...he was in a great mood wasn't he?". UGH - the definition of hell is being one step away from your own personal heaven.

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How Did We Get Here?

I think it started thirty some odd years ago. I was 10-ish and our neighbors in the tiny town of Linesville, PA were Harry and Pauline. He was the mailman and she was the best cook in Northwestern PA. Every day after school I was supposed to check in with Pauline and every day she was cooking something that made her house smell like Heaven. Pauline didn't say much - she just kind of made sounds.

Me: "Pauline! I think the cutest boy in school likes me! He said hello to me today!!!"
Pauline: "OOOooo"

Me: "Pauline! I just got back from school and I got straight As!"
Pauline"Aaaaaay!"

Me: "Pauline! I just crashed my bike in front of your house, landed right on my crotch and had to claw my way up your driveway to get here."
Pauline: "Aaaaawwww."

You get the picture.

Pauline was always making jam, canning pickles, baking bread, making pies, cooking a roast, etc. and I would just sit there and make my pot holders out of the stretchy fabric and my spiky square loom. That is where it started. And here is where I am today... I have uprooted my entire family (husband and two sons) from just outside of Washington, DC to about 2o minutes away from Linesville, PA where I grew up.