When we bought our Victorian house many years ago, I only had to walk into the foyer to know that this was the one for us. It just felt right. And it was. We had our youngest child there, Graduations, Bnai Mitzvot parties, a pre wedding party, recovery
from by pass surgery. The almost 100 year old house lent itself to every occasion. And along the way, we have some great family memories.
The day we moved in, I sent our then youngest child out to meet our neighbors. I gave her a bag of jelly beans
to seal the deal. A neighbor later told me that our daughter introduced herself as” Hello, I’m Uish, (Jewish) what are you“. That should have given us an indication of her future.
Another daughter was playing baseball in front of the
house. The batter swung and flung the bat into her mouth. A trip to the ER and then to school, where she showed her mouth to a class mate. He vomited. Another daughter decided to make dandelion wine in her closet. It exploded and we never got that smell out
of the closet. Our fourth child declared that he was the Messiah. How could we not take that seriously as he was 4 when he told us, and our only son. What did he know about the Messiah ! What a lot of memories and good times we had in that house. It is never
too late to bring up these memories and just treasure them.