I am sure someone built this house to be a family home. I do not know who they were nor what joys and sorrows they experienced while living here. I don't know how many children's voices echoed in these halls.
I do know that by the time I was a teenager living in this town, this house contained the public library.
I LOVED This Old Library.
My sister and I figured out quickly that our mother valued reading. She valued it so much that if we were hidden behind a book, devouring the words from the page, she wouldn't disrupt us to call us to our chores.
No dummies we, we walked countless times to This Old Library to check out armloads of books.
The "young readers" section of This Old Library was on the second floor. In at least one window facing toward the back of the house, there was a window seat. I LOVED to check out my books and settle into that window seat to read until it was time to walk home.
Now a "new" library has been built. I say "new" because it is already at least 40 years old - - - but it was built to be the "new" library when I was in high school. It is a fine, sprawling, modern library. I'm sure it has more room for books and meeting rooms and theaters than did This Old Library, but it does not contain the charm, the character, nor the history that This Old Library had to offer. I do not feel any love for it.
There's a sign in front of This Old Library that says "Historical Museum." One day, I shall go visit that Historical Museum with my camera in my hand! When I do, rest assured I shall share that visit with you.
I don't know the tale of This Old House.
Look at it! It is grand. It's like a manor house in central Wisconsin! It MUST harbor stories and memories galore. Can you just imagine it bedecked for Christmas????
It had to be in this town when I was growing up here. It obviously has more years on it than do I. It's located along a major route that I took MANY times back in those days, and yet - - - I have no memory of it.
I've asked a few people about This Old House. The answers I've gotten have been fuzzy at best. But like a blood hound, I shall put my nose to the ground and ferret out the tale - - - for tale there MUST be. And when I find it, I shall share it with you!