Thursday, March 1, 2012

Reminiscing Snoozefest

     The house in which I spent part of my youth now sits, as it has over many winters under a blanket of snow, which continues its vicious assault on parts of good old New England.
   Watching the weather up in that neck of the woods got me reminiscing about those days, one of the last times I was an indoor/outdoor cat. There were three of four of us then, and we'd come and go as we pleased (actually, we had to be let in and out at their whim), sometimes disappearing for days at a time.  
    We shared the old homestead with a couple of dogs as well, who were also indoor/outdoor.  Unfortunately for them the outdoor portion of their lives had to be spent in a fenced-in area just off the rear of the eight-stall barn that took up the better portion of the back yard.  
    I watch the weather radar now and remember how dad was always afraid of the barn roof collapsing.  The barn was in rough shape, he'd always said, and for the years we lived there he'd always intended to shore up the sagging roof.  
     The barn survived our ownership, roof intact, but the year after we sold the place a good, heavy wet snow saw to it that the structure wouldn't survive another winter, and down it went.


     As with everywhere I've lived we had the run of the place.  The kids each had their own bedroom, and the gently sloping ancient hardwood dining room floor opened onto one of two basement staircases that lead to the finished part of the basement, offering us plenty of space to run around and wreak havoc at night.  In those days I preferred exploring around the unfinished side of the basement, built of boulders bigger than dad and crumbling comfortably in spots.
     That house always held such mystery and excitement for us, and with fifteen rooms and almost thirteen acres of fields and woods we never ran out of places to explore.  When dad and his then-wife bought the place it was painted New England red.  The rugged slate roof with intricate designs and ornate woodwork on the high trim combined to make this a Victorian classic, complete with high arched peaks stretching to the clouds.

    They sure don't make them like that anymore.  One of dad's favorite places was the difficult-to-access attic, a space he remembers checking out right after we moved in.  Once he got his worklight and extension cord up there he marveled at the size of the rough-cut timbers that made up the skeleton of the house.  That attic was pretty much the only part of the house we felines didn't have access to.  I'll bet the mice and bats were plentiful up there!
    The wraparound porch on the front was great for those lazy summer days, but my favorite place was the other porch that ran the length of the back of the house.  On the sunniest days we'd bask in the sun, snoozing on the wide half-wall that closed in the kitchen entrance and forgetting all our worries (Okay, we were cats.  We had no worries.). The last time dad drove up that way he was saddened to see that the new owners apparently found a sale on the ugliest sky-blue paint you'll ever see.  'nuff said.


    Sometimes I miss that old place, but I sure don't miss the snow.  They can keep it up there.  Oh sure, we'll probably be dreaming about it once the humidity we keep hearing about sets in here, but that snow can still stay up north where it belongs. 
    

    
     

7 comments:

Old Kitty said...

Oh sweet Orbit!! What lovely memories!! It's sometimes sad to return to a beloved place only to discover how changed it is! Hope the snow keeps off where you are! Take care
x

brandi said...

I've only lived in snowy Minnesnowta! And our old building is still there, getting older and older. There's a magnificent front door (huge and oak and with brass fixtures) that they'll probably paint over someday, but not yet.
No sunny porches in my past, but there were big window sills fit for a kitty or two, and a southern exposure.
And it was ice cold in the winter and hot as hades in the summer.
I will never move back.
I like it here.
No window ledges, but lots of sun and warmth in the winter and the air coolly thing in the summer.

William said...

Sounds like a wonderful place, Orbit. I bet your dad misses it, too...minus the worrisome parts, that is. At our old place we had a giant cottonwood that used to worry my mom to no end any time the wind picked up, the remaining one of a pair we had. The other had dropped an 80-pound branch on her car in a windstorm and crushed it, and we had to have it removed. Anyway, we are all glad we no longer have to worry about trees in the wind here at the new place but I know my mom thinks of the people who bought the old place. (At least they didn't paint it some stupid color.)

Prancer Pie said...

Sounds like a great place fur a young kitteh to explore. We all like to stay in the same room as the Mommy and bask in sunpuddles now. Happy Thursday, Orbit. xoxo

Michelle said...

Hi Orbit. My cat Dusty misses the window set in our old house. She could always be found there. In our new home we put her bed in front of the upstairs sliding glass door off the bedroom balcony. It gets a lot of sun. Be it's still not like her window seat and she lets me know it.

Anna S said...

I swear that humidity doubles when you cross the state line! I do not miss Charleston in the summertime. Hope all is well!

Daisy said...

Your old house sounds like fun! I have no fun rooms to explore in my house.