This house was built in 1903 by my great great grandparents.
We call it the Mt. Carmel house.
This is the Mt. Carmel house today--107 years later:
It's almost exactly the same. How wild is that?
Original doors and windows. Original picket fence (behind the shrubbery). It even has the original linoleum floor in the parlor.
My great great grandmother Tait's flour bin still sits in the kitchen.
Walking into this house is like walking into a DeLorean car and going back to the future.
Or is it back to the past? It's so hard to tell on the road of life.
The road of life is funny like that. (So is the road of Kanosh, btw.) You have to look forward to find your way, but at the same time you have to look backward to make sure you don't get run over by a Mack truck.
They say life is like a box of chocolates . . . (If that's true I hope they're Dove Chocolates because I like the little bits of wisdom written inside each wrapper. I just ate a Dove chocolate today which said "Remember, mistakes make life interesting." The next one said, "If nobody's perfect, then you're nobody." The next one said, "Be extraordinary in the ordinary things of life."
Susan from New Holland said that.
See that's what I like about Dove. Dove gives credit where credit is due. Most chocolate companies don't take the time to cite their sources.)
This filmstrip in particular.
This filmstrip illustrates the need to look forward and the need to look backward at the same time. To make sure you don't get side swiped when changing lanes.
I didn't need to worry about getting side swiped on the road to Kanosh because noone else travels to Kanosh but me.
(Does anyone else feel the sudden urge to buckle up?)
Is she implying that Edward wouldn't give Bella the time of day in real life?
No, she's simply saying that she values truth.
These are my peoples. The peoples who know where to go. And aren't afraid to tell you how to get there. (hee hee hee)
"It's all uphill from here," they're saying.
In the snow, both ways.
Ba dum bum.
(Can I show and tell the rest later? I need some beauty sleep.)
P.S. My ex-door neighbor Martha called me yesterday! Squeeeeeel! MAHALO, Martha. I miss you so dang much. Even though you tried to steal my hub.
J/K, peeps--she just borrowed him. She always brought him back when she was done.