And I can have it for free! Sort of.
I love this old house.
It’s owned by our neighbor but no one has lived in it for many years. A few months ago he put a sign in the yard that says “Free House.”
I cropped out the sign because I didn’t want any of ya’ll drunk dialing my neighbor and asking him if his refrigerator’s running. And I didn’t want you to steal my house.
It’s at least 100 years old.
I pass it almost everyday. And almost everyday I wonder about its history.
I imagine what the man was like who built it.
I imagine that he had a little family and he built it mostly himself but the neighbors helped him out quite a bit because his boys were still too little to help. I imagine that he built for his wife because this is just the house she always wanted. She especially loved the little front porch and she made a point to sit on it and watch the sun set every evening. It does have a gorgeous view of the sun setting behind a huge open field.
I imagine they planted the old pecan tree that shades the rear of the house on their fifth wedding anniversary. The man’s wife was pregnant with their third child and it reminds her of that little girl every time she looks at it.
Then I think of how sad they would be to see that the walls of their home were falling down and no one was enjoying it anymore.
The Pilot and I have talked many times about how awesome it would be to move the little house onto our land and restore it. It would be a perfect little guest cottage.
Then one of us starts listing everything that would have to be done and what the costs would be and that little daydream comes to a screeching halt.
A couple of months ago I got to talking with a fella at the farmer’s market that makes furniture from reclaimed wood. He said he’s always looking for old barns and buildings to deconstruct for use of the wood and I told him about the house. He was excited-apparently free houses are hard to come by. I took his business card and told him I would get in touch with him soon to pass along my neighbor’s contact information.
I can’t bring myself to call him. I feel really bad for not following through with what I said but I just can’t be the one that causes that house to get torn down.
So, I am accepting donations to save the little house! If you give me enough I might even let you stay in it…