Old houses have names.
I BADLY wanted for our house to have it’s original name but no one, absolutely no one can prove to me the original builder/owner of our home and unless it’s factual, I’m not interested in speculation
My Dad moved to a big old farmhouse in the countryside of Ohio when he was in early elementary school . The house had a name.
The house was a converted hotel that would house workers that were traveling the Erie Canal.
Isn’t she beautiful?
The farmhouse burned down in 1967.
The morning of the fire my grandmother was working the election polls but would have normally been home. My uncle, who was confined to a wheelchair had gotten up to take care of his 2 year old son but would normally have been still in bed when the fire erupted.
If our house can’t have its original name, it can have a name that has meaning.
I wanted to document our name with a sign.
I will be creating something for the front porch of the house but for now, the pool-house gets titled.
Some plywood and some scrap 1 x 2’s are gathered.
I made a sign
And nailed my finger with the nail gun at the same time
Some letters were purchased from Hobby Lobby
I painted them and placed them exactly how I wanted
A little help to hang it and now Grandview 2 – established 2018 is complete.
Grandview is more than a piece of history. It is also more than a new name for an old house.
Grandview is what I see when I wake every morning as people mill around the house making breakfast and preparing for the day.
Grandview is what I see when friends gather around our table.
Grandview is what I notice when we swing on the front porch and wave to the neighbors
Grandview is what is appreciated as we float in the pool on Sunday afternoons.
Grandview is more than a house.
Grandview is the life we have created.