A Curious Angel

A Curious Angel

Our house could tell SO many stories. Built in 1890, derelict in the mid-1970s, restored like a patchwork Elmer it keeps on giving.  I mean peace, love and happiness.  As the present owners we can claim thirty-five years of its stone build security.  Yet like a big dipper or a stock market index it has seen many lows, but many, many highs. I often seat myself in the very spot I’m writing this tribute or should I say the safe and happy place my family and I call home. 

Some thirty years an event called ‘The walk of a thousand men’ passed by our village. It carried a message of hope and of selfless giving.  We were asked to provide a bed for the night for two of the walkers.  As they left one said “I can feel the love in this house!” and we knew what he meant.  To think a minor miracle back in 1986 sold our former dwelling within three days of putting it up for sale.  The folk that came to see it arrived in six inches of snow and bought it that day. Fate isn’t always cruel and our next stop was Copley; a home that righted all the wrongs of a turbulent past for all of us.

Our two children became adults here.  They made many wonderful memories and this house of love continues to be a special place in their hearts, despite both of them having now made memories of their own. Was it the solid walls of stone, or the many souls that graced its rooms?  I don’t overthink it; I just give thanks to that curious angel of happiness we call home.  My time is precious now and I try to use it wisely.  This curious angel I call home gives me the strength to give in return.