A dream of mine that somehow came true.

Well, recent circumstances in my life have set me on an entirely new path.  This path has led me to my Little House.

When I was a child, my favorite book was Virginia Lee Burton's "The Little House".  I loved the drawings, and I loved the story of how this little house saw the coming of technology from her viewpoint on the little apple tree covered hill.  As she saw the landscape change around her, she began to miss the quiet country nights, and became sad.  She was built so well that the original owner hoped to see his great great grandchildren's great great grandchildren living in her. When the city finally engulfed her, she sat and waited until she was saved, moved, and loved again by the descendants of the original builder.  The Little House was happy again.

I think I internalized that story a great deal.  I have always wanted to save pieces of the past.  I've traveled and looked at structures,  both in good and poor disrepair, and dreamed of who built them, how they could be preserved, or in many cases, saved from the wrecking ball. There is merit to honoring the craftspeople from the past - their determination, their strength, their persistence, and their hours of toil. In my new journey, I am determined to uncover the history of this new home of mine, honor its past occupants, and make my own additions to the property.

Strangely, but perhaps not too strangely, the house looks quite like the one from the book.  It's red, had black shutters at one point, and a front central door. Although it hasn't been swallowed by the city, the town has certainly grown up around it, yet it still manages to retain its rural charm.

It is certainly old: it shows up on a deed recorded in 1817.  Built by David Fisk, it has passed through many owners since. I am fortunate enough to have a line of ownership all the way up to me, and I plan on researching some of the inhabitants as time goes by. I'll be closing on this home hopefully by April 16, if all goes well.  I am excited to show you around, and divulge secrets that I find, as well as take you on a journey of addition, renovation, and preservation. 

Welcome to my Little House. I think she needs a name.