Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Tuesday Trio


Most everyone around here knows this was the scene of an unfortunate incident not terribly long ago. A long story short, a young person's life ended on or near this property.

In spite of that tragedy, I've always been drawn to this cute little house and can never seem to drive by without stopping to take a picture.



Or two.

Or twelve three.

Such a tiny little house surely has some stories to tell, and I want to know what they are.

Perhaps my two one local reader can share some background. Previously I posted a photo of this house and recall someone leaving an informative comment, but finding that post would take some digging.

For anyone else reading, what's the smallest house or apartment you ever lived in?

My answer: When I was a baby my parents and I lived in a trailer next to the barn on our property now. In college I spent one year trapped in a closet in an apartment that consisted of a bed and a hot plate and not much more.

15 comments:

Kay L. Davies said...

When my brother and I were small, my parents rented a converted garage. I remember living there.
But when I was in my early 30s, I bought a beautiful 26-ft. travel trailer. Inside, the walls were all natural wood. I loved that trailer, and lived in it, near the ocean, for a few years until a friend of mine begged to buy it from me. I took his money and, as a consequence, I also took a year off work to look after 3 kids and a dog in Mexico over the winter, go home to BC to write a book, and take my kid brother to Australia. It was a wonderful year.
Kay, Alberta, Canada

Ann Marie said...

Lizzie Flippin's house.. she actually lived there WITH someone.. her sister or a girl friend I forget which.

I have decided I want to be Kay when I grow up.. wow.

Smallest place I ever lived... hmmm... the house beside Port Haywood Post office. Me and your boyfriend and my best friend and her baby lived there... and honestly it was not all that small I guess I never lived anywhere that would be considered small.

Annie said...

Well, I don't know whether a caravan counts. That's what we called them in Australia. My Mum and Dad and sister and I lived first in two tiny little caravans first, then one larger one...when we were both going to university! Dad had sold his house, and so we were in a caravan ...until I got married. It is very interesting to know that everything you really need fits in one small cupboard space. Thanks for reminding me.

Anonymous said...

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Mental P Mama said...

My first NYC apartment was tiny! The closet was by the stove...my mother actually sat down and cried the first time she came to visit;) I don't ever remember being happier than I was at that point in my life....

Trisha said...

I think the smallest place I ever lived was my first college dorm room. IT was about the size of my childhood bedroom but I had to share with another person!

Daryl said...

We lived in a studio apartment - a large room with a separate teensy tiny kitchen and a small bathroom - for over 10 yrs. Now we live in a one bedroom that often seems smaller than the studio even tho it has a bedroom with a door that closes ...

Noe Noe Girl...A Queen of all Trades. said...

Cdub and I lived in a tiny camper on the weekends when we were building our house. I was alot smalller then. Thank God!
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big hair envy said...

Definitely my dorm room at JMU. There were three rooms to a suite, and we were fortunate enough to have a study room in the center. I also had to share a bathroom with eleven other people. GAH!

deborah said...

The house I live in now was small (well its still not huge) until we built 2 rooms, a bath, and the longest hallway in the world onto it a few years ago.

wv haberse: haberse on me

These Nine Acres said...

Oh, I love that house. Spooky. I want to know more about the story you cut short.

The smallest place I ever lived was in an apartment when I graduated college and moved out on my own.

Chesapeake Bay Woman said...

Kay-I agree with AM, your life sounds fascinating. I always dreamed of living in an Airstream - down in the Keys or somewhere warm in the winter and in the mountains of Wyoming in the summer. Maybe some day. Ha. Note to self: purchase lottery ticket.

AM-Yes, that was it the flippin' house. REgarding Port Haywood, I used to visit the farmhouse right next to the market because my friend A.'s Daddy ran the store. We could go in there any time we wanted and pick out candy. Heaven! Loved that place. (For clarification, the boyfriend referenced is AM's father Henry, another Mathews resident I admire from afar. Hope to see Mr. H. soon.)

Annie-I am a firm believer that most everything anyone needs can fit into a very small space. We just convince ourselves we need more and more. The older I get the more I wish I lived in that trailer again. So easy to maintain (not that I did any maintaining as a toddler, but still). I'd say easy to clean too except that word makes me break out into hives and a cold sweat.

mer! far? farmer? merfar? Regardless, once again you've selected a most excellent musical accompaniment to the blog post. Thank you.

MPM-What a gift the time in that apartment must have been.

Trisha - I conveniently blocked out the whole room sharing thing in college, but I completely know what you're talking about.

Daryl-One of these days I'll make it up that way to check our your place. One of these days...

NNG-Yes, a bear does, and then some. Speaking of camping, we need to plan a weekend camping somewhere.

BHE- (shudder) Hated those shared bathrooms.

deborah-Would love to see a before and after photo of the house.

T-It was an awful story for such a small, sleepy town. Terrible.

Monday's gone, Tuesday's about ready to go to bed, and Wednesday will be here in the blink of an eye. The weekend can't be too far away...

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Diane said...

There was a time when the Old Goat had to work in another town. He rented a room that had an old iron bed, a swinging bare light bulb and a shower that was a pipe coming out of the wall and you stood on a pallet that covered a hole in the floor. It was very glamorous. When I visited, the Super would pound on the door yelling about how there were too many people in the room.

Anonymous said...

I live in the Diggs-Haven Beach area. I once drove by that house in the early 1990's. There was smoke curling out of the chimney-stovepipe. A very old lady was sitting on the screened porch in a rocking chair. She was smoking a corn-cob pipe! I'll never forget it.