The history of a house is, of course, a history of the people who called it home. The older that house, the longer the history, and the more people you learn about as you research its origins. Our farmhouse, built in 1898, was owned for many years by one family. I’ve been fortunate enough, through the wonders of the internet, to connect with someone from that family, who has graciously shared with me stories and genealogy that add new layers of meaning and understanding to the history of this place. I love that one of the unique characteristics of this house, these colorful windows, is what connected me to this previous owner.

We are still just getting started with our new lives here, but now as we continue to do so, we can think more of those who came before. We have learned information about the builder, and the wonderful fixtures used on the doors and windows, and about the residents too — the original owner used to make cheese in the barn! Subsequent owners made Christmas wreaths there, and who knows, maybe one day we might use that same space to make something from our orchard too. Knowing the history of the house and those that made it their home before us is a comforting way to feel connected to this place and this community. It adds a level of reverence and gratitude — Thankful to the house, that it has stood for almost 125 years, providing shelter. And thankful to the homemakers, who cared for it so that we too may call it home. We are also reaping the rewards of previous owners who cared for the land surrounding our home – apple and evergreen trees, gorgeous floral blooms too.

The poem below is not about our home, but it was written by someone related to the family that built and owned our house for many years. And it seems appropriate and fitting to share as the history of this homestead continues.