Would you like the history of the tiny red house?
Sit tight and dry, while I try to remember it all.
I will not forget the feelings I had as I drove by
That pretty tiny red house, that sat on a knoll.
On with the story and the mystery unfolded
As one day I saw a person out back in the trees.
It was a woman I’d seen and heard crying loudly
Her golden hair all tangled but waving in the breeze.
Can I help I asked, you don’t know me, I know.
I’ve come from the city, I’m a stranger in town.
I live in the far stretches of Wild Meadow.
My home was Massachusetts, a state of great renown.
After that outburst from me, that was my home too, she said.
I am not happy here in the country
His work takes him away too much, I fear the bears.
I answered and said Bull! Was that effrontery?
The expected retort I got was, you men are all alike,
But thank you for your stopping and concern.
I understand that you wonder why, I’m seldom here
I’m a city girl, not country bred, looking stern
Do you want to sell this place? Yes she said but any
One that’s interested says, too much money and I
Agree. We will own this place forever she said in jest.
Would you want to buy it at his asking price?
There, the conversation ended. I knew the rest.
She took her leave as I took mine, good decisions.
Somehow I realized this was the absent husband.
I Wondered as I left, what were their visions?
His, why is he here? She, will we make a sale? I was
Happy to leave, tensions were high, I not ready to buy,
He, not wanting to sell, the city girl all in a tizzy.
What will the ‘morrow bring? I heave a sigh.
Hello once again, dear reader, I guessed you’d be Here.
You’re right on target, a week has gone by.
I think; Does he believe he has a sucker? O’ no,
Not I. My phone rings, Shall I answer? Give it a try.
Hey, my I D, says it’s Massachusetts, O’ my, aha! Sure, I
will answer, my expectation is piqued.
On the other end, is this Charlie Frost? Yes it is.
Well, well, sez I to myself. I have this licked.
Charlie, this is Joe, the owner of the tiny red house Joe,
what’s going on? Joe – – I hear you would buy.
Hold up Joe. A lot depends on what you ask. I got a
Figure, that’s $599 off what I was asking. O’ yea, why?
You’ve never met me, as yet. I’ve not been inside.
Joe – ok I understand, I am sure that he’s serious.
I hear ‘final’ in his voice. $1000, off, as far as I’ll go.
Shall we meet and close the deal? Am I delirious?
I am ecstatic with Joy, the fact is, we both won, as did
His wife, the big winner, no country bumpkin was she.
Read on dear reader. It is time to see what I bought.
Joe and his wife have moved out. What will be, will be.
Two rooms, a kitchen, bedroom complete with bunks.
No running water, a dry bathroom if it did not leak,
Which of course was the out house, not inside,
Insulated, lights inside and out. A flag on the peak.
O’ yes, the kitchen. There was an old cast iron stove.
An electric heater that hung on the wall, a curtain
Between the two rooms. Tables and chairs. What is
There but not visible, is love, of that I’m certain.
There is an indescribable air in a house where there’s
Been love. This tiny place has it, but, not country.
It is not just anybody that feels as one with the trees and
Animals in their habitat. For it’s a God Given Bounty.
Alma, That’s my wife and I have to get busy, our son
And his wife are to pay us a visit. They will be surprised
When they see the tiny red house on the knoll.
They knew our desire but why were they not apprised
Of what we had done. After all, why did you not call,
I am your son. Our reply, yes you are and a good one
Too. Now mollified, their love took over with hugs. We
Are happy to have you and so glad you could come.
We had a light lunch and sat down to talk of the future
Their plans and ours. First tho son, let’s take a walk.,
He agreed, I took him through all that had transpired,
Since we saw each other last. He said, dad can we talk.
Well, I thought and I asked, isn’t that what we’re doing?
Yes, of course, said he, but this will concern family
That sounded ominous, but, he went on, Susan and I
Have talked it all through, want to live here, feel free.
City life, such as we have, is confining, yes, it’s true.
It’s being stuck, no way of getting out of the mire. Yes
Dad, that’s why you came here and we are looking
Forward to the same. To this, I say, GOD Bless.
That is how the get-together went, we all are happy
And will prepare for the day when we will once more
Be as one. Alma and I are like children waiting for the
Visit of long lost relatives to reattach at the core.
And in a way that’s how it is, a reunion, so to speak.
Alma and I have plans, we have not divulged anyone.
Bruce and Susan of course have plans of their own.
First things, must come first, especially in this instance.
Bruce and Susan have to make the tiny house a bit more
Livable, like sleeping quarters, heat, tho they can make
do with the latter, for now. These are summer months.
Now, I don’t know Susan, can she cook, fry and bake?
So many things will be disclosed as times move on, but,
I am sure all problems will be solved with no blood
Shed. Do you think, dear reader, this story of mine,
Will be accepted as truthful, not mire nor mud?
It is, almost to the letter, be patient, my friend.
I am not a story teller, at least not of this kind.
I will relate it as we all live it, believe it, Mr. Or Ms.
I will try to put facts out truthful, first, not behind.
Note, that I be rhyming, here and not there, I am
helpless, that be my bent. Well, bent or broken,
I can, I do, I will, as always that be my song.
And now, my dear reader, I will go on.
All that was just entertainment ~~ Of a sort.
Bruce and I will now start building, his wants.
First, we will tear out a small closet, a kitchen
By others so called. Those others, I will not daunt
That so called kitchen was a fortress, I think
Against invaders of any ilk.
To be continued . . .