Memories and Pictures of my Parents 3 Story Victorian Home

 It is with a heavy heart but we have listed my parents 3 story Victorian Home with a realtor. It needs to go to a good family, who will enjoy it before it starts to wither away with the absence of  love and  laughter, great food, daily living and fun times with friends, family and wonderful neighbors,

West Entry

The south view below

 Little Brick garage with a shop in back

South view and the entry we usually used

The West Entry

 Open stairway detail

 Entry from the West side of the home

Fireplace

 Entry door from the South

 Bedroom on Main floor

 4 sets of pocket doors

 Beveled window up the stairway

 Stained glass in the west entry     There are 5 sets of 2  stained glass on the 3rd floor will try to post, my batteries ran out

West Entry doors.

This unit came from our farm kitchen.. It was the original part of my grandmothers kitchen.It opened in the kitchen and  it also opens on the back side which was in our pantry 

Still in the garage, my dad's pride and joy. a 1966 FORD pickup he and my brother picked out. The camper was enjoyed on many a camping trip. Dad enjoyed nice cars and trucks.

 And planting flowers, shrubs and keeping his lawn lush.  He has 2 of these Weigela  bushes

Evergreens on the front lawn facing west.  I missed the poppies, lilac trees, and peony's blooming. But we did use the rhubarb, and asparagus.

Many Hosta planted around the area also.  I will try to get one picture of a HUGE tree in the front yard.

 Upstairs are LARGE rooms  North bedroom

 Hall looking into the bathroom and far door a small sun porch

 The bathtub

 Old sink and medicine cabinet

a gate, and looking down steep steps leading into the kitchen (which no photos of a battery thing) downstairs, (for maids usage?) Mom never had the luxury of the first owner !! a Maid.  And for mother I think this had to require many hours of dusting, vacuuming, window washing and general maintenance. Never did I hear her complain. And it's hard to see her have tears about not being there. We can only hug her and remind her and ourselves, things change, life goes on and be thankful we had what we had. A Good Life Together.

This is a photo from a postcard my son found in Kansas, he bought it because of the addressee he thought was a friend of mine. Never did he realize this was the HOME of his Grandparents in IOWA.  It was taken in 1910.  The home was built in the early 1900's, it had a very ornate porch on the southwest corner  and unique carved posts on the south entry way.   I remember as a little girl, my grandparents lived 3 houses south of this mansion and I would walk to the store for my grandmother's need of a few grocery items.  I hated walking by this place. A very elderly lady would always be sitting on that porch in an old rocking chair and it made me afraid.

Now  when my granddaughter visits, she gets out of the car, throws her arms up and says "WOW, this is like a princess house grandma,"  I never lived in this home, I left our home on the farm in 1964. Mom and Dad moved into town when land rent too high and bought this home in the early 70's. But this is where I and my sons loved visiting when we had summer time, birthdays, holidays, and any other reason we might want to come "HOME" to grandparents love.  Memories...tears...and  the thankfulness of having a "Happy, Loving, Family".

Thanks for stopping by and for all my blogging friends thanks so much  the lovely, encouraging comments you have left during this difficult time.