In the village this morning I stopped off at my old home, the house in which I was born. I think I've mentioned before that our home, because my great-gran lived there, was the setting for family gatherings, and photos were traditionally taken on the steps outside.
In this photo you can see my mum, far left, leaning on a stone. There's one on the other side as well, and they were made by my great-grandfather and say Sweet Home.
The house has been empty for a number of years now and has been neglected. Some building work was started on it but then stopped, leaving rubble everywhere.
I've probably also mentioned that I have tried to contact the owner to see if he would let me retrieve the Sweet Home stones. I've tried a couple of times with no success.
Today I scrambled over the mess to see if the stones were still there: they are.
One was covered by slates but this one was standing and looking good. I think I will try popping a note through the door on the grounds that someone, one day, must go in there again. I would be happy to pay a sensible amount for them as I would love to have them back.
A couple of friends have volunteered to go in with me and just take them but I can't bring myself to do that - mainly because it would be obvious who had taken them!
One little oddity. As children we always laughed when we looked at the name sign by the door.
3 comments:
I hope you get the "Sweet Home" stones some day!
I hope you can acquire them. I imagine the owner will oblige you.
Aw,, lovely post. I hope you get the stones too,, they are really special x
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