Showing posts with label pictures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pictures. Show all posts

Friday, January 19, 2018

It’s time to go... into boxes 220/365




It’s time to go... into boxes 220/365
I'll have to take Duke Snyder with me
     Any order I’ve had for the first 219 posts of this blog has gone out the window, or maybe I should say, “Into boxes.” So much to organize, decide upon, throw out, box, hold on to or let go of. We’re on a role. 







     Here are some pictures of the disarray in this old house as we organize to put our house on the market.  I’ll send a more organized post tomorrow.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Day 171/365 It’s time to go, junked-up parlor


     Sorry for the hiatus but we’ve been organizing more than getting rid of stuff. The old parlor has been transformed into The Reading Room. My part was to clear the shelves and let go of some of the books. My husband did the rest, and without accumulating new stuff I might add. Instead. he rearranged furniture, hung up pictures, vacuumed, and added a few choice interior decorator touches.






    Here’s what he sent out to family.

The front  room at 16 Concord Road has been thoroughly cleaned out and remodeled. In a brief dedication ceremony  Camp Fisher managers decreed that it is now and forever more known as The Reading Room.

The Room been completely refurbished with period antique furniture, including the old Eberman kitchen table and Stevens family writing desk, plus unique select items from the Sudbury put and take.

 Now warm and inviting, The Reading Room invites Camp Fisher guests to come and stay awhile, drop their cares and enjoy a good book, write a letter, practice on a musical instrument, or create  pictures and  sculptures.

The Reading Room easily converts into a guest bedroom when necessary, and is expected to be in great demand over the holidays.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Day 158/365 It’s time to go, family memorabilia


      Our niece and her daughter came to visit. Little did they know that when you come here you always leave with some little gift. It’s never an option to refuse, but usually people are delighted with the personal piece of memorabilia that my husband selects for them.

     


 This time he presented them with two Camp Fisher mugs, a 1991 t-shirt from a family reunion, and a photograph of a family gathering from the mid-1990s.