The Old House

Well this weekend two of our cousins (and our uncle :-) came and stayed a night with us! Also our cousin who lives next door got hang out with us some too. We played basket-ball and soft-ball and board games and ate sandwitches and bananabread and drank lemeonade, and talked quite a bit and played "Keep Up" with baloons. Now it didn't happen this time (but I think it was because we didn't have a whole, whole lot of time together) but many, many times we've had some sort of adventure together whether were trying to walk all the way around the pond or exploring trails that we can't remember where they lead, or finding snakes or, "Hey y'all! Whatch this!!!" (KRACK! SPLASH! Ha ha ha :-) We all ways have tons of fun together. But this is a story that I wrote and put in the county fair and its the story of what happend one time when we were all together...

Once Laura and my brother, Luke, and my cousins, Carmen and Adam, and their dad, Uncle Roger, and I went in the Old House on Grandma’s property.

We climbed up on the front porch. It was about three feet high and the steps had rotted so it was kinda’ hard to get up. Once we were on, we could see in a big window to the left. The glass was gone and there were no in between metal parts to hold it there. Inside the window you could see faded rose wallpaper. And I thought it was a parlor or something ‘cause the window was about four feet wide and about the same high. It wouldn’t seem to work for a bedroom. But Mama remembers and says it was a bedroom. In the center was an old screen door. To the other side, I think, was a smaller window.

Uncle Roger went first ‘cause he was the heaviest, to make sure the floor wasn’t rotten. We had to follow him real carefully to be sure we did not fall and break a leg or something. We were only able to go in two rooms, (because of large holes in the floor) but we could see into other rooms, and up the stairs, and down into the basement, that had blue-gray water in it. When us kids were standing there looking at the water, Uncle Roger stomped loudly, and heavily, and yelled, and scared us out of our skin! (We had a video camera running.)

Well, after looking around a little more we figured we should go. We then decided that it might be a good idea if we cleared out around the back so we could walk all the way around the house.

We were able to push and chop and clear the thick, tangled brush and get to the south side where the back porch was. We looked through the open back door and written on an inside door, in white chalk was:

I

vas

here

It was weird. (And kind of creepy.) When we were inside it was on the other side of the door and we never knew it. Half of the “w” was erased so it looked like a “v”. We figured that it was another of our cousins. She had brought some of her teenage friends to see the old house and one of them must have done it. :-)

We had a LOT!!! of fun that day! We showed the tape to everyone when we got home. I hope I never forget that fun time!

True Story :-)

Anna