We have added to and changed our house much during the years, as our family increased and grew, always keeping in mind that it isn’t just for walls and a roof that make a home, but that “it takes a heap of living in a house to make it a home.” So each brick and stone, each chair and table, as well as the thumb marks on the wall have a story attached to them.
Your walls are of brick,
Shabby and worn.
Your ceilings are high and straight
The fire place glows where it has for years.
With a big fat log on the grate.
Your window and doors
Are not uniform size
Some were added as years went by.
The porch is long, wide and cool:
The roof is gabled and high.
In this house in 1910
We made our first love nest.
It was here that our babies came one by one,
To parents who were truly blessed.
The echoes of their laughter, still are there,
And the sounds of their pattering feet
Up the stairs to their trundle beds
Are memories fond and sweet.
Dear old home you’re a haven of peace and rest
In the moon light you play your role
To all of us who loved you best
Home sweet home – you have a soul.
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