Have you ever had something enter your life that you felt was just meant to be? Several readers have commented on the new header wondering what the painting was and I thought I might give a little explanation.
Several years ago, the DH and I decided to pack our bags after living on the East coast for many years and move back to my roots. Small town, but the question was...where do we live? In a rather weird turn of events, we found our house. Now the weird part turned out to be something that was meant to be.
The son inherited the house when both parents died over 30 years ago. He lived on the East coast and just couldn't bring himself to sell the place. So he rented it out to a single man who only lived in two rooms..the kitchen and a bedroom...just to keep the house heated. Nothing..and I mean NOTHING had been moved since both parents died. Rooms were full of furniture, clothing, paper, pictures...even down to the flour in the pantry. Nothing had been touched. Kind of eerie.
For some reason, the woman of the house had followed my career in NY and Miami and saved any articles or photos that she could find. I was totally unaware until the son offered the house to us saying that his mother would have wanted it this way. The condition of the sale was that we take it lock, stock and barrel..as is...you clean up the mess.
We bought the house sight unseen although I knew what it looked like on the outside after living in this little town. Very few people entered the front door...the woman was a bit of a recluse coming from the East coast and being transplanted in a very small town. Kind of like a fish out of water. Well educated, an artist and a lover of fine things. The drapes were always pulled.
Close your eyes and think pink. Everything..the walls the trim, the kitchen, the fireplace bricks, the steps...were all painted pink! Then imagine "stuff" everywhere..wall to wall. It took us months of going room to room sifting through possessions and paper. For an antique lover such as myself, it was pure nirvana. To someone else, it was junk. Every nook and cranny and every piece of furniture housed some treasure. While cleaning off a buffet that had only a few papers on top, I came upon an envelope and recognized the writing. It was mine! A graduation announcement from 35 years earlier...the only one and I am sure many announcements had passed through this house before. I started to get goosebumps.
Every treasure, piece of paper, art work that we found, we could appreciate. She was a fastidious labeler..everything had a little note at the bottom saying what it was. Instead of throwing out, we started to use all of these beautiful treasures as they worked so well with ours. We even came across a prominent family members wedding veil from 1840 that we sent to a museum out east. Another goosebump moment came while looking through a paper clipping of the ladies obituary. We lost a daughter at a very young age and while reading the ladies obit...our daughters was right next to hers. Divine intervention? A long term path now being walked?
The banner header was a shadow box minitaure oil on wood from a Canadian Artist named White circa mid 1800's which we found buried amongst papers. To this day, it is one of my favorites. If you enlarge the photo above, you will see the picture of the lady..of which the dress she is wearing was found in a cedar chest in one of the closets! The other pictures are examples of her art work that we found around the house tucked in chests and closests. I like to think that this was her escape into her own world.
Meant to be? I like to think so..