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Jan 23, 2023Liked by Maura Casey

You have found your niche, my friend. I'm loving these posts!

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Jan 23, 2023Liked by Maura Casey

It was a beautiful location to host an autumn wedding.

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Jan 23, 2023Liked by Maura Casey

Just yesterday, I was thinking something similar about my Brooklyn home. I wondered about the people who lived here before me. Who had at one time had painted the bathroom hot pink, edged in black tile? I also wondered who will look out these windows after I leave?

After my mother died, I sold my family's house in Tonawanda (we had been the first owners), but I kept in touch with the new people for a while. When I stopped by a couple years later to say hello, I learned that they had put in a wood stove, one that my mother always had wanted, but never had the money to put in. They joked that my mother still may be haunting the place because they would continually find straight pins that she had used for sewing in odd places. When I left, I noted that they had torn out the overgrown, woody bushes in front. In their place they planted mums! That was just what my mother had put in the year we moved in, in 1959.

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Jan 23, 2023Liked by Maura Casey

Such beautiful and provocative writing!

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Jan 23, 2023Liked by Maura Casey

Beautiful. Such good writing, Casey. Warm and homey, too. I thought of curling up with a good book on a snowy night with the logs fully ablaze. Didn't think so much of the work I'd have to do to make the home that cozy.

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Wonderful memories! I, too, recall your kitchen. You were host to our Salon group with Alice Fitzpatrick etc. Sun was shining through the door onto your gorgeous kitchen floor. Pete walked in with a basked full of lettuce from his garden for our salad and you brought your handmade bread to the table that looked like it came from the very finest French bakery!

After our feast and conversation we walked to your barn, storage shed, office space, thinking pod - place where it all happens. What a luxury!

My memory of “Your Old House”

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