This precious little house sits just off the cut-through road from Route 14 to the Court House, or as I call it The Back Way In.
It's on the right just as you turn from Route 14. I've been drawn to it my entire life and was only recently brave enough to
They don't make houses like this any more. In fact, it's hard to call this a house when it looks more like a cabin or a hunt shack. Except this is Mathews, not the Blue Ridge Mountains, and a hunt shack on a busy road doesn't sound right.
(Of course herds of fiddler crabs running across major roads doesn't sound right either, but that doesn't mean it can't happen. Anything goes around here.)
That front porch is adorable-- and look at the window hanging open there in the front to the right of the porch. It's precious, I tell you.
Although there was a time when I thought a big house was desirable, after the burden of keeping up with one fell entirely on me; after I finally admitted once and for all that I was born with
There is another old house that looks almost identical to this one down Knights Wood Road, where that very unfortunate incident occurred several years ago. Come to think of it, both of these cute little houses are associated with very unfortunate events nearby. These were really big unfortunate events, especially for around these parts.
On second thought, maybe I don't want a house exactly like this one.
Surely there is someone in the county who knows more about this adorable abode. Mathews Mark? If you don't know, perhaps you can ask The Guys?