This beautiful old home, built in the mid 1700’s, is located a few miles outside of town.
I love the brick columns and weathered white fence.
Several years ago, an elderly friend, who has since passed on, shared a story with me about this house. I don’t recall the exact year, but I’m thinking around the turn of the century, the homeowner’s daughter’s wedding took place in the home. It was a winter wedding, in December, I believe. And the weather that day was bitterly cold and snowy.
My friend said she was told that there’s a fireplace in nearly every room of this old home, and on that day, there was a fire in every fireplace.
My travels don’t take me in this direction often, but when I do pass by this old home, I remember that story and imagine how festive that day must have been.
And I also think of my sweet friend who shared the story.
Linking up to Friday’s Fences.
