My mom wanted her dream house, which was a log
cabin; luckily my dad was a carpenter and worked on houses all the time. The
house was in Norwich and my parents bought the house and then rebuilt it here
in Sharon, and then built the other people a house (the people they bought it
from). Here are some pictures of the outside of my house.
It only took 6 months to build the house and the
first thing he worked on when he got up was the kitchen.
It
is kind of a no brainer that he would work on the dinning room after the
kitchen.
After the dinning room he worked the living room.
The way my dad got to build this house is he had to re-build every room as is,
he had to get the measurement of every corner on the ceiling and floor of the
house inside and out.
After my dad finished the upstairs he worked on
the basement and there is a funny story about these stairs. I was about 2 years
old my dad was building the stairs and there was nothing on either side of the
stairs and the phone rang and he was in a working mood so he set my down at
about the top of the stairs and went to get the phone and then herd a thump,
thump, thump and I had fallen all the way down the stairs.
This is my room
My
parent’s bedroom. My dad’s
sanctuary is to the right of this picture.
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