Tuesday, November 13, 2007

The Next-to-Nothing Double Wide

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For a few minutes after I began to post images onto this blog, the sun was raking on the upper pasture to the north that I can see, quite intentionally, from my desk. It is a balmy late autumn day and the glimpse of a blue sky, no matter how brief, is always welcome. A gentle, steady rain stopped, and is soon to resume, after nearly a day of it--the first real soaking in several months in this drought-ridden Kentucky land. Margaret, our neighbor to the north, was saying the winter rye, just planted, would die if it didn't have rain soon. Yellow and parched, the new shoots were beginning to resemble the wizened corn stalks that wait for the harvesting of their drooping ears for seed corn.

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Our front entry porch boasts a new gnome welcome mat from my friend, Edie...

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and a gnome birdhouse made by the Michigan Amish from Rosemary


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Framed sheet music from Judy graces our front entry

For the past two weeks we have been at our new home in Kentucky, setting up our house and enrolling the boys in school for January (and I used the Kentucky Book Fair on November 10 as an excuse to extend our time here). I was here for two weeks in the first part of October and for the first week I was here alone cleaning before my husband came down with a Penske truck full of furniture. Meanwhile, he was up in New Hampshire readying our museum-like 1813 Federal home for sale. The dichotomy of place and circumstance was not lost on me. I began to think about the places where I have lived in my life and how and why it is now, at middle age, that we are downsizing our house, readjusting our lives to a more rural environment where we can farm, and making a major move for our family--to a place where until a year ago we knew virtually no one.

In late August, as I may have already mentioned in another blog entry, we had the opportunity to purchase another parcel of land on an adjacent ridge, within a mile of our other farmland. The initial attraction for us was a large 45-acre field, currently in soybeans and an additional 30 acres of partially reclaimed pasture land and, a double wide (or as the natives call anything not on a cellar: a trailer). We approached the owner about just buying the land itself but when we looked at the fairly new double wide (my husband prefers the term "modular home") on the property, with its spacious 30x70 sprawl of five bedrooms, 3 baths, just enough living (and closet!) space, a barn and two sheds, a storm shelter, and even a laundry/mud room, we realized we had found our transition home. A place to be while we settle in, start our boys in school, start our cattle operation and substinence farm, and figure out where we eventually want to put our new "old" farmhouse.

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I never thought I'd live in a house remotely like this but I have to admit that I am somewhat enthralled: one floor, easy to keep and tend, a clean slate. It is the first time in our eleven-year marriage that I've had a place of our own to nest in from scratch. Our home in New Hampshire is a beautiful showplace, filled with the stuff of several generations (mostly from my husband's family), but our own touches, too, and some things I'd inherited. It has been a home, yes, but not quite in the same way. I moved into my husband's family home--along with some of his family--and naturally, despite his tremendous accommodation, there is a certain level of discomfort in that for any woman.

There is also an inherent care taking to a legacy house and that can be as much of a burden and responsibility as it is an honor. We realize, as we furnished our Kentucky home with primitive pieces of furniture, a mixture of old things in storage in the barn, and an “odd sortment” of collections that we'd accumulated but not suitable for a grand Federal home, that we can be happy with fewer things and even fewer museum quality collections. Sure, we'll keep some things to pass along to our children and for our future farmhouse but we are ready to let go, too, and that is a liberating thing.

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The Hearth of the Home

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Hearth TO the Home ~ Sideboard with Wallace Nutting Photograph of our "New England Villager"


Living in a mansion, especially when you are your own servant, is a persistent concern. I could write and work in the house in my small office overlooking Main Street but in my mind was a constant tick of things I needed to do. The laundry in the cellar, the closets to sort, the gathering dust bunnies under the beds: a whole house full of accumulation and memory and stuff. Some rooms we rarely used. We did have cleaning help at times, and I was grateful, but I also felt this kind of remorse: couldn't I keep the house tidy? Why am I allowing someone else to clean our mess? And did I want others pawing around our things? The answer is not really (not in the way that it needed), I don't know, and no!

Wendell Berry wrote in a piece for Orion Magazine entitled "Thoughts in the Presence of Fear" [written in the wake of 9-11-01 ~ for the complete article see Orion Society website]:

"The first thing we must begin to teach our children (and learn ourselves) is that we cannot spend and consume endlessly. We have got to learn to save and conserve. We do need a 'new economy', but one that is founded on thrift and care, on saving and conserving, not on excess and waste."


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Curtains still need to be hung, as do some paintings and prints

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My husband is a liberated, and lovable, old crank. Despite his confirmed status as a card-carrying luddite (he does not go near the computer), he can vacuum with the best of them and does laundry and folds it better than I can (he even learned how to fold a fitted bed sheet, something I’ve never mastered despite Martha Stewart’s effortless demonstration). We'd pitch in and do things together, but the house was still overwhelming for my idea-driven, ADD-addled brain. I tend to want to do things right or not do them at all (and thus the latter tendency usually prevails) and have too many things I'd rather be doing than to worry about a big house.

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A proper laundry and mudroom at last...

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complete with inspirational vintage decor!

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Here in the double wide with its freshly painted cream walls, its surprisingly pleasing plum wall-to-wall carpeting, my own eclectic decor, and a view up to the pasture from my office window (where soon cattle will graze), there is a place for everything and everything in its place. As in our larger home in New Hampshire, each of us still has our own space and quiet corner, there is room for visitors (and hopefully our daughter on occasion, now in college "back home"), and all the needed essentials of a living environment: ample kitchen, dining area, living room and den. I even have a mudroom/laundry room at last--something that was lacking in our big old New England manse.

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Alice Van Leer Carrick wrote in The Next-to-Nothing House, a book about her small, tidily furnished New Hampshire Cape, in 1922:

I believe that making a home should be a matter of both leisure and affection; lacking either quality people get ‘a roof over their head—an address,’ but nothing else. And I think also that you have to love your house as you do your children, because it exacts a price, because it is a bother, a blessed bother; you must be willing to offer oblation and sacrifice.

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At last, a kitchen window on the world (well, the back porch!)

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I have my husband’s grandmother’s copy of The Next-to-Nothing House, purchased in 1923 and carefully marked in light pencil notes throughout. She bought the book just before her marriage, according to her maiden name on the front page, and it is clear the book inspired her, as it did many women during the Colonial Revival period of the early 20th century. She may have been just as overwhelmed by the New Hampshire house, purchased after her husband retired and where we now live, nearly fifty years later. The home and its setting had been her husband’s dream but he died before ever having lived there.

Tomorrow (well, maybe Thursday) we will begin the two-day journey back to New Hampshire and will enjoy probably the last holiday season in our historic village home. It will be a bittersweet time but it will also be a time to look forward--to a year ahead of much good and positive change in our lives. I am ready.

8 comments:

Meredith said...
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Meredith said...

Returned to see the photos and realized there was a mistake in my previous comment!

I also enjoyed reading The Next To Nothing House. Those of us not lucky enough to own an inherited copy can read the entire text online at no cost.

Cat said...

Catherine...great post! I love how you put your thoughts together along with the pictures of your home. It looks so cozy as a home should be. I hope you continue to capture your thoughts in your journey here and the transformations that take place for there are so many others who desire to do the very same thing you are doing now.

When we had a vacation cabin in Blue Ridge (Georgia), I was amazed at how easily we transitioned from a large home to a small cabin. Our whole family felt it. We had less in that place but we had more and what we did have were absolute treasures. That cabin was the catalyst for our move here.

I am up late - can't sleep but I am down to only one email in my box! Blaine will be so proud of me! :O)

Have a safe trip back and a wonderful Thanksgiving!

xo Cat

Anonymous said...

I love "The Next to Nothing House"-I read about it on another blog earlier this year and found a used copy. It's very good-love the old pictures too.
Catherine, can you take some pictures of your Federal home when you are back there and post them here? I'd love to see the inside-especially the kitchen and pantries. :)
Your new double wide is very cozy. I'm sure you'll be very happy there.
joanna in ca.

Linda said...

That takes a lot of courage to change your home and state so dramatically. Your new home looks lovely and restful, a good place for writing. All the best to you and your family.

ohiofarmgirl said...

Wow, it sounds like you are starting on a new adventure. Farming and animal care is such hard work...I have lived on a working farm my whole life....I wouldn't change a thing...but you mustn't get overwhelmed when the work never ends. Enjoy your new adventure. Dianntha

jennifer said...

I recently came accross your blog and have been reading along. I thought I would leave my first comment. I dont know what to say except that I have enjoyed reading. Nice blog. I will keep visiting this blog very often.


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Catherine said...

Thank you Jennifer for a revisit today (9-10-09) to this posting. I'm not sure if you or others will see this response but I get comments sent to my email so I can respond when I can.

It is amazing how time has progressed and fun to see photos of when, ahem the doublewide was a lot more tidy and organized (I MISS having a pantry, cellar and attic! One day...)

Thank you for visiting! Also, thanks to everyone else who posted here, especially to Meredith for that valuable link.

All best and happy fall!

Catherine