Over sixty years in one Maine home built by a couple with seven kids is what I toured Monday.As I wander through with one sibling, you feel, hear, begin to see a sense of the holidays, life events of the family raised in this Maine home.
Pretty impressive to think of the Maine home being built from scratch and the sacrifices made, the patience needed to slowly get it weather tight, nice and warm for the family.
I never met, talked with the father but in a small town you feel like you do know him because all the kids are familiar.
Working with several during Maine potato harvest in the fall picking spuds to earn the new winter coat, other clothing to pitch in to support our families.
This man who always wore a railroad hat because he used to work on train bridges but was away from home a lot.
So he became a house, not railroad bridge carpenter any more for a local landlord with many multi family homes to keep repaired.
He walked his small dog daily. You could not help living in Houlton Maine and not notice him doing the rounds with the K-9. Never actually talking to the man but feeling a connection anyway. You knew who he was, all of his kids.
He wore the railroad hat, you could set your watch to his daily walks to and from his Houlton Maine home with the dog.
Now the garage sale is are over, Mom is settling in to a new apartment and all the kids pitched in to buy new furniture for her new digs. There are six of the seven kids alive and they take care of their remaining parent proudly. The mom has hung up the car keys and each Thursday, a different local sibling steps up to make sure she gets to the grocery store. And visits with her in the process happen. Dad lived in to his nineties, was ten years older than mom who is now 86.
As I tour the Maine home to arrive at a marketing price, to come up with a short list of need to do this, this and this before the real estate sign gets speared on the front lawn, I see a fast forward of the last 60 years in the home.
In the cellar, concrete walls poured by hand by the father with help from the kids.But some dirt in the center of the cellar still in square neck high shapes. Easily removed with a conveyor and opening the outside entrance hatch.
One job the dad did not get to but I still marvel at all he did do with he and his wife stretching the one pay check to feed, clothe and raise seven kids. As a Maine real estate agent, broker, REALTOR we are invited in to homes, the most special, intimate, private place of a family because a house is a home with laughing kids.
Dad carving the holiday turkey, another mental flash slide showing mom with fresh hot donuts and home made cookies waiting with a glass of cold milk after school.
I am glad I live in a small Maine town, where we are all connected, help each other, know each other.Some of the folks we know happens over the years, out of the corner of our eye.