One more look...
This wasn't the photo I had originally intended to post tonight... but a message from an old friend took me in another direction and after a lot of tears, I arrived here. An old door on an old house.
I met Jim back when I worked at Mennen (B.K. ... before kids). He was my lab partner, the best lab partner I ever had.... which has nothing to do with his scientific skills or work ethic... he was simply, one of the most fun people I had ever worked with. He was also exceptionally talented... which also had nothing to do with the job. He wrote songs, and played guitar, and sang.... in the stairwell at Mennen... during work hours. Yup, we would sit in the stairwell, where the acoustics were good, and he would play his guitar and sing.... and then, wearing our lab coats, we would stroll out of the building and go out for breakfast (only on Fridays). It's really a wonder that we kept our jobs. He was also almost always late, and as I recall, we spent a lot of time planning and playing jokes on people... and going to the cafeteria. I loved that job!) Eventually, he moved to Florida and we lost touch until a couple of years ago when we found each other on Facebook. Turns out he is even more talented than I ever knew. He is also an artist. He was painting back when we worked together, but I guess I never knew that. After some twists and turns, life has turned out well for Jim and he is living in an old (very haunted) farmhouse in Virginia with someone he loves... and painting. Makes for an interesting life. I do hope to get down to see him sometime this summer.
Today I posted a photo with this quote: “It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices. Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of tempers that had ebbed and flowed between the walls, into the walls, over the years.
Wasn't it, after all, a kind of life?" ~Nora Roberts
... and Jim placed a link in the comments under my photo. His song.... his words.... are absolutely perfect. He has pretty much nailed the way I think about these old houses.
And here he is... sitting in a stairwell.... singing and playing, like old times, which made me smile.... about an old house... which touched my heart and made me cry. Give a listen www.youtube.com/watch?v=oX5WjjIu3BQ&feature=youtu.be
.... and then.... take one more look, before you close the door.
One more look...
This wasn't the photo I had originally intended to post tonight... but a message from an old friend took me in another direction and after a lot of tears, I arrived here. An old door on an old house.
I met Jim back when I worked at Mennen (B.K. ... before kids). He was my lab partner, the best lab partner I ever had.... which has nothing to do with his scientific skills or work ethic... he was simply, one of the most fun people I had ever worked with. He was also exceptionally talented... which also had nothing to do with the job. He wrote songs, and played guitar, and sang.... in the stairwell at Mennen... during work hours. Yup, we would sit in the stairwell, where the acoustics were good, and he would play his guitar and sing.... and then, wearing our lab coats, we would stroll out of the building and go out for breakfast (only on Fridays). It's really a wonder that we kept our jobs. He was also almost always late, and as I recall, we spent a lot of time planning and playing jokes on people... and going to the cafeteria. I loved that job!) Eventually, he moved to Florida and we lost touch until a couple of years ago when we found each other on Facebook. Turns out he is even more talented than I ever knew. He is also an artist. He was painting back when we worked together, but I guess I never knew that. After some twists and turns, life has turned out well for Jim and he is living in an old (very haunted) farmhouse in Virginia with someone he loves... and painting. Makes for an interesting life. I do hope to get down to see him sometime this summer.
Today I posted a photo with this quote: “It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices. Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of tempers that had ebbed and flowed between the walls, into the walls, over the years.
Wasn't it, after all, a kind of life?" ~Nora Roberts
... and Jim placed a link in the comments under my photo. His song.... his words.... are absolutely perfect. He has pretty much nailed the way I think about these old houses.
And here he is... sitting in a stairwell.... singing and playing, like old times, which made me smile.... about an old house... which touched my heart and made me cry. Give a listen www.youtube.com/watch?v=oX5WjjIu3BQ&feature=youtu.be
.... and then.... take one more look, before you close the door.