A Story Within A Chapter Part Two

The love/hate relationship begins

A Story . . . Within A Chapter Part Two There was only one picture Taken of the house I am about to describe to you In the time we lived there Over the years regretfully The picture has been lost And we have never Returned to take another The picture below however is A very good likeness of what Was to become home to us To get a true visual Let me introduce you To the word 'RUSTIC' (Giggle) While the picture you will see Shows a quaint little cabin What I first saw before me Was far from small And quaint . . . . . Had left its footprints behind To falling down Years ago Hey everyone has to have A Design style now don't they That's what they say on Homes And Gardens TV anyway In the year to follow When I could not make something Look good no matter how hard I tried I just said to myself Self .... It is supposed to look rustic You did great (snicker) Add a second story To this picture you are about To see And multiply the entire house By at least three times We were to find out later That the house was nearly Six Thousand square feet And that the previous tenants Had been a college fraturnity Give you any idea of how I was to find the inside Five bedrooms ... Four and a half bathrooms A living room ... An office area And what sorta resembled A screened porch To the side you cannot see The mud room alone Was the size of A small bedroom Opening upon what was Susposed to be a carport   "Home On The Range" anyone?   Our yesterday's behind us now Our Tomorrow's uncertain But awaiting their beginning So little left to start again . . . So very little With a good hard push Of shoulder to door I stepped inside And our love/hate Relationship with What we dubbed "The Barn" Found its beginning The sunset gone now Giving way to increasing darkness Of course I had not thought to Bring a flashlight so within The shadows of twilight Stood myself and this Enormeous empty house I found myself to be standing In the middle of the living room Staring at what was before me In total amazement The walls made up entirely Of huge rolled logs Covered with many layers of dust And yet in places Their natural luster Shown through To reveal Beautiful grains of years Long past to life The ceiling In this part of the house Rose to a point and we estimated It to be at least Eighteen feet high Above my head Where pitch met wall Were placed what looked like trees ...Yes I said trees And each bridged The entire width Of the living room I could not help but visualize Beautiful green plants hanging From these logs that I could Not have hoped To put my arms around To one end of this room An open staircase that led To an exposed loft And the second story At the other end A wall of windows Divided into shadow boxes Five to a row ... Two foot square And at least a foot deep From top to bottom Eight rows of paned windows Looked out upon the highway Just as I was thinking How in the world I ever could Get this huge wall Of windows clean Something moved Catching my eye The moon just rising And in the unfenced yard Stood five White-tailed Antelope Peacefully pushing The snow aside to find Bits of this or that To graze upon I watched them for a time Then turned my attention To exploring the house further Boulder sized rocks Made up the fireplace Running from floor to ceiling Taking up almost another complete wall A small wood burning stove Placed within its mouth Where fires had one time burned freely   I began to envision What was left of my furniture Within these walls Wow What I could do with this place Not realizing as yet That poor Was to mean REALLY poor A door under the staircase Led me to the kitchen And off of the kitchen Stood a huge dining area From the Dining Room You could access the side porch That boasted screens that had Most certainly seen better days It seemed to go on forever As I opened door after door To find Room after room The only light in the house now From the stars and moon That shown just beyond Streaked window panes There was no need to try To explore the second story   I would not be able to see My hand in front of my face By the time I climbed the stairs Besides ... I had begun to shiver From the cold Oh well a nice dream For only this moment Grazing Antelope in my front yard Trees that would have A beautiful canapy of green Once Summer arrived .... Kimberly would only have to take A short hike to the highway To catch her bus to school ... Oh well The size of this house alone Told me that it was far beyond Anything we could Possibly afford to pay I would just go back to Mom's To call the Landlord To tell him I had seen it And left it As it had been found Finding my way back To the outside I thought I would never See again what lay now Behind closed door Oh hello Mrs. Gay Did you get a chance To go see the house It was so nice To meet you today I would love to see A nice family move in there It has been empty now For almost three years Well I was thinking That I would ask about Five hundred dollars a month To rent it to just the right family Of what I can see That would be you Since it has been vacant For so long I only want A small security fee... The rent and a Thousand Dollars That is refundable when you leave Sweet Jesus I had that much money Just waiting To bring my family back together It would take almost everything That Hersh had sent but I had enough to do what he Was asking of me In California You could not rent A cardboard box For the amount He was asking for rent One of the very reasons We had decided to not even try To start over again there Even though the state Had always been home to us A home again of our own Together under the same roof   A new beginning... A new lifestyle It seemed that prayers Were finally being answered If you want the place though I need to know There is another family That is interested in it I can't make it out there Tomorrow but if you want You could meet me at the Diner in town And I will bring the lease And give you the keys Five Hundred a month That low of rent Was unheard of by us ever Before we had bought Our dream home in California We were paying much more And felt we had the world By its tail because we had gotten Such a find For the price we paid a month This just had To be a gift from God It just had to be Hershel of course Had no phone at the jobshack And he was to be in court All of the following day The decission was mine to make I picked up the keys the next day Giving the property owner all But a few dollars held back For turning on utilities And a small amount of groceries Hershel was going To be so proud of me And what I had found For us to call home Our . . . . Was he? To Be Continued . . . . . 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Author's Note

I am sorry this chapter is a little long. I hope you will continue with us on our journey

Reviews

[Kim Gay]

I have many pictures of "The barn" . I will post them somewhere here if i can. "The barn" was very big and I know my mom probably felt like she would at lest have the space that our old house had when she looked at it. That faithful evening.

Our house before was very big and brand new with a pool that had a stone waterfal into the hot tub. We were on the top of the hill. We looked down to see everyone else's pool but only God look into our yard and saw ours. There were 2 fish ponds outside and a avery "bird cage" the size of a bed room with all kinds of birds. fintches, Cocktails and parakeets just to name a few. There was 4 fish tanks in the house to. I think 2 were salt water tanks with live corral. My mom would go nuts taking care of all the fish. The house had out door kitchen. Speakers through and out side the house. There was always music playing. It was really nice. I did not know how lucky I was..... before "the barn" that is.

[Rain]

Wow, that was some tour. lol. I really did feel as though I knew it inside and out by the end of the piece.
It look's so perfect, regardless of what the inside needed to have done. Very descriptive. Very warm. Rain..

[ASMIDEEP]

Wow! Marvelous! Excellent! Touchy!

Do I have to really describe...I dont think so. Your writings are so fabulous.

God Bless you...and keep writing...