We just had new brick steps built at our side door. That’s the driveway side of the house where countless numbers of guests have entered the 1914 structure for over 100 years.
The man doing the labor makes me think about my father’s uncle Louis in Philadelphia. While my granduncle passed away before I was born, I have certainly heard stories of the master mason he was, and now I have the opportunity to keep those memories alive.
I ponder how many return guests or new visitors will climb the freshly built stairs and the stories that will unfold once inside. How many will be a long-lost cousin found through my family tree research who will now learn what we remember about their ancestors, or reveal more information for my family tree research? Which of our friends will tell the story of their family intrigue?
Each guest has a tale to tell and my husband and I love to listen. Family and friends, please come visit. Put some wear and tear into those new stairs; step in and tell us your stories. We’re listening.