Mike
and I went to the farm yesterday (Sunday, May 20), and despite the warnings of
Big Mike the Contractor regarding mold danger, we entered the house through the
kitchen door.
As
Hallie and I were painting the kitchen in 2002, we decided to paint our names
in a corner before the cabinets were installed. Frankly, I didn’t expect to
ever see it again. I thought maybe she would, or that perhaps a new owner would
see it and realize the love that we had for “the dear old place.” It was a time
in which the three of us could work together to accomplish this work, and now
that time is past. Seems like yesterday, but in reality it
was years ago and much has changed.
I
took pictures so that you can understand the extent of the devastation. Putting
the sadness behind and looking to the future, Mike and I are discussing changes
/ improvements that we can make. I still don’t know for sure if the cabinets
will be salvageable. I assume that they won’t be, but they are still sitting in
the house.
And
I was right – the crew has removed ever so much more of the household contents
than I could initially imagine, including from rooms that I didn’t think were
affected. In fact, Mike went upstairs to make a repair on Bess’ collar with his
leather-working tools only to discover that they were gone. The master bedroom is
open and bare of furnishings except for the toilet, which sits in the middle of
the room. The other bedrooms and main bathroom have been closed and sealed. We
obeyed Big Mike’s request that we not enter those rooms.
Despite
all the removal, the pantry cupboard remains intact. I didn’t think to take
extra crates this trip, but with the one I had, I again packed up food that I
can use in town. I noticed, though, that cardboard packaging has absorbed
moisture. I’ll toss pasta products.
We
focused on our outside work, and that’s another post. KW
4 comments:
It's good to know they are doing such a thorough job of repairing your beautiful farmhouse! I'm impressed.
Thank you, Chris, for reminding me to be grateful.
I don't remember painting our names on the wall. It looks like my hand(paint)writing, though. 2002 was pre-Nellie love. Who can remember?!
I don't know who initially suggested we write our names on the wall, but yes, I think you did it. And Nobie was the dog. You were 20.
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