This my father's house and our family home for over 50 years in the northern pulp and paper town of Kapuskasing . It has been up for sale for almost 2 years now as my Dad finally moved to Timmins to begin a new life for himself . Last week the house was sold .. almost unheard of in the month of December and a financial blessing for my Dad . Our family had many Christmases in that old house where 4 blonde kids and 2 loving parents made their own story of love and laughter . Years went by and loved ones passed on and came a time to turn the page and though it has not been easy for my father, he gave up the only home he had ever owned and moved on with the strength and fortitude of a man determined to start over . This old house holds many secrets and could tell you stories of our past . This old house will be brought to life once more by a new family making their own memories . This old house will never be forgotten and will forever remain a very special part of places in the heart .
" This ole house once knew his children
This ole house once knew his wife
This ole house was home and comfort
As they fought the storms of life
This ole house once rang with laughter
This ole house heard many shouts
Now he trembles in the darkness
When the lightnin' walks about .
This ole house is getting shaky
This ole house is gettin' old
This ole house lets in the rain
This ole house lets in the cold
Oh his knees are gettin' chilly
But he feels no fear of pain
'Cause he sees an angel peekin'
Through a broken windowpane .
Ain't a -gonna need this house no longer
Ain't a gonna need this house no more ."
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"Ain't got time to fix the windows
Ain't got time to fix the doors..."
Very lovely post, Ma.
God bless your old house, and all the good people who once called it home.
"Ain't got time to fix the shingles ,
Ain't got time to fix the floor ,
Ain't got time to oil the hinges
Nor to mend that windowpane,
Ain't gonna need this house no longer "
Funny thing is JB ... my father used to play that same record by Rosemary Clooney on our old turntable radio all the time . I grew up knowing that song becasue of my father and his music .
Ma:
My dad still lives in the only house he ever owned. He and my mom bought it and the cottage in a package deal from his great-aunt in 1964 for $7,200 -- 60 bucks a month for ten years. Now, my stepmom lives there with him.
We (the three siblings) that in the not too distant future, through choice or circumstance, that house won't be the family homestead anymore, but will always be home in our hearts.
As adults, we marvel at how Mom and Dad raised the three of us in that tiny house. But when it's full of love and music, everything else fits just fine.
Thinking of you as another chapter of your life finally closes...
Thank you for that Bob ..and you are so right about the music , the love and the laughter .
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