The fact that Peggy and I sold our first house to a couple who, several years later, sold it to a guy I went to high school with is not surprising, nor is the fact that that guy sold his old house to other people I know. It just happens that way here a lot!
It's also the kind of place where you talk to someone who is attending one of the large universities, with a student population of 15,000- 20,000 and you say, "Hey, do you know a guy named Bob? He goes there too!"
And half the time you each know the same guy.
So it was no surprise at all to be leafing through Facebook the other night and see pictures of my maternal grandparents' house, all spruced up and up for sale.
It's just a couple of blocks from Sherwood Gardens, the lovely tulip field we talked about two weeks ago, and Loyola College and the Notre Dame of Maryland University, and just half a block to York Rd and the bus lines.
Anyway, my mom was born there in 1925 and lived there until she got married after WWII. My grandparents stayed until their forever came...granddad passed away there in 1979 and grandmom came to my parents' house. As a kid, I was often left there for babysitting purposes and spent many a happy hour down the street at the Guilford Elementary School playground, explaining my rural childhood to perplexed city kids who did not grow corn or tomatoes or ride tractors or horses. But I didn't know how to lift a storm grate with a leather belt to retrieve a baseball, so we learned from each other.
|The old living room|
|The new amazing kitchen|
|This living room looks nice!|