Sunday, October 10, 2010

The house with the crooked floor


I was having coffee on the front porch of my parents' house this morning when I looked across the lawn toward the house with the crooked floor. Built in the early 1900s, this is the house where my Dad (who was the youngest of 13 children) grew up, and where I lived from the ages of 5 to 11. You'll probably be reading more about it now that I'm back in Carolina, because I'm spending more time here on the family farm. Now you know what it looks like (at least from the back) . . . and yes, it really does have a crooked floor . . . and lots of crooked windows, too. :-)