When you live in a 130 year old house, it's just assumed a whole lot of other people lived there too. If walls could speak, mine would have plenty to say!
A month or so ago, I got a call from my neighbor who was standing outside with a few tourists. It wouldn't be the first time. I once had an entire family stop by. And another neighbor has said his family lived in my home too.
These sisters, Jane and Mary, told me their grandmother lived in the house. Their excitement to see it again was utterly contagious. I brought them inside, where they reminisced about holidays, cats and sewing machines, even getting a little teary at moments.
This morning, I was lucky enough to get an email from Jane, chock full of old photos from their childhood! It brought me so much joy knowing we're helping preserve these memories... one floor board... one paint job... one renovation... at a time.