I miss the old floor
The thing I miss most about the house, is the floor. The beautiful 1920 Cherry hardwood floor. When my grandparents inherited the house, one of the first things they did was tear up the old green carpet my great-grandma had in that house, and had the original floors polished. Spectacular. But they also ripped out the old claw-foot bathtub and that was a dumb thing to do. At least in my opinion. But the floor, it's rare to find an older house with such a beautiful original floor. Not because they don't exist, but because there are more new houses these days than there are old houses. So of course I grieve for those floors. They're no longer mine.













