You know I’m a history geek, so of course I have to be a little geeky about the house I live in. I’ve mentioned before that our house was built in 1955, and that we bought it from the original owners. To commemorate their new home way back when the original concrete was poured for the sidewalk and front porch, a triangle section of the walk was inscribed with the date — 1955 — and adorned with two hand prints, two foot prints (small and human) and a paw print. I understand the need to put hand prints in new cement. Karl and I have imprinted ourselves thusly at every house we’ve owned.
After 65 years, the front of our house looked pretty sad. The concrete was chipped and nasty, uneven and sunken in places. Not acceptable to the new owners – 😊. So, last week we poured a new, larger front porch and new sidewalk. The first order of business before we could proceed with the update, though, was moving the triangle of concrete history. Not necessarily an easy task, and perhaps not the favorite task for our Karl and our ‘concrete guys’ to help with, but vital none-the-less.
The end result is a really nice new home for that chunk of history at one corner of my new and fully planted rose garden. Now I can see it every time I walk to the back yard, aware of the heritage we acquired along with our home. (And in 65 years when we aren’t here, others can enjoy Karl and my hand prints and 2020 imprinted on the floor of our new garage!)
