How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it.
How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it.
How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live ’em.
How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give ’em.
~Shel Silverstein

We have now been working on the restoration / preservation of The Farmhouse for two and a half years.  Two. And. A. Half. Years!  Amazing!  And we are so close to completion – of the interior.  The exterior lacks much work and the front porch is in immediate need of replacing.

Following the Page gathering on the 1st Sunday in May, we (finally) acquired “twin”, multi-pane doors for the back porch entrances.  The doors were painted (black outside, white inside), hardware installed and hung.


This past week, leading up to Memorial Day Weekend, these two came home from Virginia for a much needed, much welcomed, yet brief, surprise visit.


Since we draft all guests and innocent passersby, we put Baby Girl and her husband, G, to work.  Actually, all of our children (and many of their friends) have been willing participants in the restoration process and have invested several hours in the old house over the past 2.5 years.

Baby Girl primed and painted the ceiling in the Center Hall.  Now the walls are ready for paint!

Baby Girl2

Baby Girl1
Everyone pitched in to stain or paint front porch rockers and chairs, and screen doors (for the “twins” on the back porch).

Baby Girl3

Can’t wait to hear the screech of the springs and the  “WHAP”! of a slamming screen door.

Our efforts over the weekend culminated with a gathering of immediate family on Memorial Day.  Old Glory was draped, and the smell of burgers and the sound of laughter and call of the Bob White filled the air.  We sat on the front porch, in the newly painted rockers and chairs, and were busy only with the making of a memory.