Life List

A few months ago, I was having breakfast with some friends. One of my friends told a story about a woman who was writing a blog because one of the things she had always wanted to do was to be a writer.

After some reflection and a conversation with some one much more adept at creating blogs than I am, I decided to go ahead with a similar project. I, too, wanted to write and if this would help begin that journey I wanted to try it. The first thing my blog creator asked me was what the focus of my blog was going to be. Hm-m-m. I pictured my blog as one in which I could write about my hobbies, my efforts to maintain an old house and my activities in the small community in which I have lived most of my life.

The title came easily. I live in a one hundred and seventy five year old house that is described in a book about historic homes in the state where I reside as “a vernacular, symmetrical, two story cottage built of coursed sandstone blocks on the two primary walls and of uncoursed sandstone rubble on the remaining walls.” So of course, the blog had to be the Stone House Journal.

I have lived in the stone house for over forty years with time out for college and other adventures. It was my parents’ last residence after a marriage of moving to different homes in many communities. I know every nook and cranny. I have painted every inch, torn up floors, and moved walls on the interior. With the help of relatives, I have learned how to tuck point its’ exterior walls when the mortar between the stones began to crumble. In a society in which mobility is often the watch word, I am an anachronism. I am o.k. with that title.

So I begin a new activity of documenting life as viewed from my old stone house.