An Old Man And His Old Houses

They Become Like Friends After Awhile

Photo by Dan Meyers on Unsplash

I have always lived in old houses, old at least by American standards. My first home, the one where I was raised, was built in 1863. It had a barn in the backyard that once had been used to store a carriage and horses. For us kids, it was a giant playhouse, especially the hayloft. It also served as the backstop for games of whiffle ball and stickball…