Late 20’s – Present Day
Once a shack with tired boards and borrowed time, A roof that sagged, a porch that barely held. Built in the hush between the wars,
When homes were small but hope was not. Years passed. Paint faded. Wood softened. But the bones stayed honest. Now it stands again Straightened, cleaned, and given breath. Not made grand, just made right. A modest house, reclaimed.
Still humble.
Still working.
Still home.
