This house used to belong to my paternal grandparents. They call it the Wyman House, and maybe those were the original owners, but if you ask me, it’s obviously the Morgan House.

It was sold last year to a non-profit when the grandfolks moved into a senior living community and it looks to be on the market again. The images in the video are from when my grandparents occupied the house. It breaks my heart a little to see this, only because it’s history now. They owned several houses over the years, but this was all I had ever known.

I have so many fond memories of family gatherings and friendly dinner parties, dressed in my smart little suits. Then being retired to an upstairs bedroom while the party continued below. I never liked being put to bed so early. Felt like I was missing out. 🙁 But my grandmother would eventually wander up and rub my back for a while as I drifted off to sleep.

Sorrel soup from the garden never tasted quite the same when we made it at home. I found the recipe when we were cleaning out the house but I haven’t yet tried it again. Always making cookies at that great big butcher block island. Great big salads at every meal with homemade dressings. Split pea and hot dog soup on a cold and clammy day was ridiculously good.

There were endless games to play with all the tractors and cars and mowers. The Morgans are an automotive loving peoples. Any chance to get out and drive something around the property was taken. Getting something stuck was an excuse to get something else out of the barn to free it.

We took to the front hill with sleds in the winter and played all manner of lawn games in the summer. It’s a shame all these pictures are taken when they are with everything brown and droopy. When the lawn was green and everything my grandmother had planted was in bloom it felt like a world apart.

It was special, and I was spoiled by it and I miss everything about it a lot.