That old house served us well

home, fall scene

That old house in the fall.

By Bruce Stambaugh

By the time you read this, my wife and I will be settling into our new old home in Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley. We’re excited about the change as we enter the autumn of our lives.

We’ll do our best to keep in touch with our friends and relatives in Ohio and elsewhere. They have been the fibers that helped stitch our lives together.

Of course, we will miss our old home, too. It served us well for 38 years. That’s a long time by today’s standards where Americans move on average of 11 times.

When we bought our home in eastern Holmes County, it was as young in housing as we were in parenting. The house was unfinished and budding, like our two and four-year-olds. Neva and I had been married eight years.

That old house helped us raise our daughter and our son from toddlers into productive young adults. It served as ground zero for my amazing wife to hone her effusive hospitality skills.

Our former home holds more memories good and bad than I can recall. But it knows. The house’s walls harbor nearly four decades of our personal saga.

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The house has a beautiful setting that we so enjoyed. We had excellent views of our Amish country surroundings. We could see five miles north to Wayne County. To the east, explosive sunrises stirred our bodies and our souls into another day. To the west, sunsets often thrilled us far beyond their beauty. To the south, our road still looked like an Olympic ski slope as it curved up, then flattened out, and then quickly back down past our house.

The property itself was a sanctuary. People often complimented Neva on her annuals and perennials that kept the old place bathed in colors spring to late fall.

The many trees and shrubs I planted matured, providing habitats for wildlife I never could have imagined. The skunks and raccoons could have found other homes though. The many birds, however, were always welcome.

The old house endured many storms over all the seasons and years as Nature used her full arsenal. Deep snows, large hail, six different lightning strikes, damaging winds, earthquakes, and the severe ice storm of late December 2004 pounded away. They all altered the property but could not subdue it.

The most memorable events though weren’t earth shattering at all. They were the everyday, common occurrences. Crackling fires in the fireplace on a cold winter’s night; sleepovers; the productive, magical hum of Neva’s sewing machine; both planned and impromptu visits from friends, neighbors, and church youth groups, and the whoosh of chimney swifts that rattled the glass fireplace doors only begin the recollections.

None of those, however, can hold a candle to the memories of the grandkids. They were mesmerized by the clop, clop, clop of horse and buggies trotting by, rosy-cheeked from snowball fights and sled rides, giddy with wonder and excitement on Christmas morning.

family fun, roasting hotdogs, roasting marshmellos

Hotdog roast.

After all, the grandchildren are the main reason we uprooted ourselves from all that we have been. They are the reason we will settle into new routines, new roles, and our new home in the picturesque Shenandoah Valley.

Time is short. Neva and I have chosen to fill our elder days with the activities, joys, and disappointments, competitions and achievements of our progeny’s children.

Those will be the sights and sounds, fragrances and satisfactions of all our days ahead, however many or few they may be. Perhaps those memories will be just as sweet, if not sweeter than those generated by that old Holmes County house we called home.

They will not, they cannot replace them.

We wish the new owners well and hope their memories are as fruitful, meaningful, and lasting as ours.

Snow, Ohio

Our old house.

© Bruce Stambaugh 2017

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12 responses to “That old house served us well

  1. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and memories. As we contemplate our future, your words help to guide and justify decisions we know we must soon decide too. Enjoy your new adventure!!

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  2. Gail B.

    Wonderful and thoughtful as always. Ohio a memory, Virginia living the dream. Enjoy it all. Gail. & Don

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  3. Welcome to Virginia! These photos are just lovely and a good way to make an album that everyone can enjoy. Such flowers! At first my computer didn’t pull up the javascript but now it runs–lovely views.

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  4. trudyjohnson

    Please do not stop sharing your lives with us. We may never meet but we count you as friends. We have “family” in Culpepper, Virginia. It is picturesque country. Wherever you settle, you and your Neva will make it beautiful. God bless and safe travels and relocating.

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    • Thank you so much, Trudy. If you ever visit your family, please let us know. Harrisonburg isn’t that far from Culpepper. Just the other side of the mountain as they say here. Rest assured that I will indeed keep writing.
      Blessings,
      Bruce

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  5. I really hope your big life change works out for you! I’m fascinated following your story, because we’ve just gone through similar decisions after our daughter and her family, our grandchildren, moved to B.C. But we’ve made the opposite decision, to stay here and visit there often. Never-the-less, we are moving, from our home in the country to a smaller property in a nearby town. It feels like a huge change in our lives, but not nearly as big as yours. Looking forward to hearing about your new life.

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  6. Elaine

    I, too, have enjoyed following the progression of you and Neva saying “good-bye” to your full life in Ohio. My husband is a minister so I did not have the “luxury” of staying in one place, however, after 20 years in Florida (yes, we did it backwards) we made the decision to retire to KY to be closer to our daughter and her family. The ironic part is that we left 4 grands in FL, but the Lord has seen fit for them to take advantage of a job offer in KY, which is “only” 2 hours away from us so we will get to see them more often. Blessings on your life,
    Elaine

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