Keeping home fires burning makes for contented spirit

Many years ago we lived in a big old house at the edge of a small country village. It supposedly was one of the first in the village, a stately old federal style that lent itself to visions of the past.

From the records we researched from handwritten deeds in the County Offices, the house was built sometime in the late 1800’s.

Behind the house was a rather rickety old three-stall barn, which had been the livery stable for the big hotel that stood on Main Street.

The old hotel was long gone, but the iron rings were still in the barn where the horses we hitched after a long day of work. Continue reading →