Awhile back my family had to take down my Grandma and Grandpa Abt's house. It's the house my dad grew up in and I think it's the house my Grandma lived in before she married my Grandpa, but I could be wrong. Anyway, the house sat on our family's farm and was an "antique". I have very fond memories of visiting my grandparents every Saturday for the better part of my childhood. The house was simple. I remember the swing on the back porch, which was actually the front porch, but nobody used it as the front door. It kept me occupied for hours. Grandma Abt loved to swing with me. I remember the slate/blue painted wood floor in the parlor where I would take naps. The room was full of cool antiques and old pictures of relatives I never knew. The window sill that held beautiful African violets.( which I cannot keep alive) Grandma's kitchen which always smelled like fried potatoes(yum!). And the old washing machine that you still had to roll you clothes through to get the water out of them.
Before the house was torn down I was fortunate enough to get some "treasure" out of it. I had grand plans of using it to decorate. It has sat in my basement waiting for me to feel inspired for awhile now. Well I felt inspired. Thanks to my husbands handy work, we've turn the windows into wall art and I am working on shadow boxes to feature some of the locks and knobs from the house. Here's how far we are. (the pictures inside the windows are of Grandma and Grandpa Abt's house.)
