Here's a picture of my house complete with out of control vines and shrubbery.
No, actually this is one of my favorite old houses on Route 17 in Gloucester, right before you get to the Farm Fresh shopping center, on the right. I was stuck in traffic there the other day and happened to have my camera handy. I love it when that happens. (Having the camera handy, not being stuck in traffic.)
Guess who I heard from last night? Mathews Mark. Yes siree, Bob. Not only is he coming to the rescue on some of my house-related
Hallelujah, because all of my post-Womanless Beauty Pageant posts just haven't had any ummph. I've been in a funk, a sort of post-men in dresses depression.
Of course that could also be due to the myriad of
Also, Mathews Mark has internet access again. So he's liable to show up in the Comments section today while I'm at work, and if he does I'm sure he'll provide you with plenty of
Just don't let him get started about swallowing the oyster with a string on it...
Have a great Monday.
-cbw
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I wanted to live in that house when I was a kid... I wanted to be very close to the location next door.. I envisioned french fries EVERY DAY..
Ok, this is weird. But last year before Blog Fest after the others talked me into coming (I didn't know anybody) I began reading your blog in earnest. And I read a story where you claimed that the house was yours. I must have read it really fast because I was shocked when I arrived to your home and it was nice. Not falling down. With vines all over it. I swear, sometimes I surprise even myself.
Welcome back to MM.
Hi,
Nice picture your house. so I like your house images. You did quite a good job with the editing.
What Kate said...we were all expecting a house like that. All your readers need to know that your home is beautiful! Just like you!
I love tin roof houses. I always seem to find the old vine covered farm houses in the Tidewater area fascinating. I'd like to have one of my very own (minus vines and other things that would make habitation impossible). Had a crazy weekend where my son learned his rabbit "ran away". I ended up driving 45minutes to a pet store that "found" his rabbit. The new rabbit has hair around his face so I told my son he grew a beard. Luckily this seemed logical to the 4 year old.
Yes I am back i have missed all of you! Even you Daryl you are my new BNF anyone know what that is? Tell ya later. And Daryl please keep me straight someone needs too! I will catch up as we move on. Have some new spots picked out so shutter bug (CBW) can click away. Well let me see, where should I start, how about my love life ? Na, yall don't want to hear about that disaster. OK I got one we were talking about this at Sandpiper Reef over some crab balls the other day. At one time we had over 10 local shot houses (bootleggers) in Mathews they had names like Jolly Spot, East view inn, West view inn, R. Jordans and Wormlys to name a few. Mathews was a dry county on Sundays therefor you would go to one of the local shot houses for a drink . 1/2 pints of old crow, rum ect. were $4.00 a six pack was $4.00 and a chicken sandwich (a whole breast or leg slapped between 2 pieces of white bread was was a $1.00. For those of us that were under age, as long as the owner new your father and you had cash (cash being the main thing) you could get what ever you wanted. I spent a many saturday night banggin on the back door of one of these joints . It went like this (tap, tap ,tap ) Owner; WHO IS IT/ ME: / ITS MARK/ OWNER// : MARK WHO YOU A COP/ . Me / : NO I AM WINFREDS BOY owner: WHO? / me:/ WINFREDDDS BOY!!!! / owner:/ OH YOU NOT HERE TO COLLECT A CAR PAYMENT ARE YOU / Me/ NO I NEED A PINT AND A SIX PACK/ forgot to tell you we are hollarin thru and old oak door that weighs about 400 pounds. owner/ DAMIT YOU AIN,T PAYED ME FOR THE LAST PINT YET!!!!!/ me / YES I DID!!!/ owner/ OH OK JUST CHECKIN TELL YOUR DADDY I WILL BE UP THERE MONDAY WITH MY CAR PAYMENT... Then the door would crack open out would come a box for your money then a bag with your spirits. This went on for years. I will see if CBW wants to ride around and take some pictures of these old houses . OH well got to go to work have fun with this one Daryl did not have time for spell check sorry .MM
BNF best northen friend
CBW fooled me, too, last year with that crack about the falling down house. You sell yourself short, hon.
Mark's back! Hi! *waves*
hi MM welcome back!
Here I am CBW!
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I think my house is fast beginning to resemble your picture. Only without the charm.
Today we have.... no painter - house is too messy; no contractor to put up crown mouldings - he is awaiting plastic surgery, having put his hand through a circular saw; two flooring contractors with three crowbars and one jackhammer; six inches of dust; one container on the front yard - NOT on the driveway, because THAT would be too EASY; one labrador requiring therapy; one Mrs F running to Bedlam as fast as her little legs will carry her.
It is not a long journey.
wv: pergenob. Under the dust, I probably have one of those, too.
Mathews Mark - That conversation with the man behind the door is PRICELESS and this shutter bug is dying to take photos of eastview and westview inn and anyplace else.
Cannot WAIT for the tours and thanks for coming to look at my door today.
Mrs.F - I am holding the Welcome sign for Bedlam. May I take your bags and offer you a beverage?
Thanks, all, for commenting. Crazy, crazy schedule here and am barely keeping my head above water so not much time to spend here in my favorite place, the comment section.
Kate and MPM, I have never believed a word of what CBW had to say about herself, so I wasn't surprised in the least to discover that her home is lovely, she is gorgeous, and her hair is not frizzy in any discernible way (I won't argue that last one because women will argue about how horrible their hair is until the cows come home, Yours Truly included).
Hi MM!
I read all of the blog and the comments, and am sitting here laughing. I needed a laugh badly!
That is a cool house, tin roofs rock..
I TOTALLY forgot to ask MM . . .
. . . crabs have balls? How can you tell?
I'd love to see that home all fixed up! It has great bones.
Crabs don't have balls. They're balls of crabmeat and they're yummy fried. Crab balls.
Unless Foolery wasn't serious!
Mathews Mark's story about one of the "nip joints" in town reminded me of Mathews'own legend, "Watergate" Someday I'll tell you how Watergate.s screaming and yelling got me fired from a job LOL. CBW, do you know who I am talking about?
BNF .. best new friend or best not friend, I hope its the first ...
So I was in TN and got some amazing snaps of old houses and barns and every time I took a photo I thought of you Janice and hoped no one thought I was trespassing ... ahem
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