I never knew my grandma and grandpa Johnston. I never knew their house when it was well cared for and surrounded by my grandfather's roses and hollyhocks. My mom said that is where I got my love for gardening. Sue
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About Me
- SUE
- Mike and I have returned to Suttons Bay, Michigan to open our shop, The Red Ladder, for the third time. I hope you will follow my blog as I post news about our store and life in a 20'x25' studio apartment. www.hellothisissue.blogspot.com Mike and Sue
Sue, is that fishscale shake on the upper story? B&B looks like to me! Have fun, I'll be watching!
ReplyDeleteIs this house close to you? Is that your Mom's parents? It looks like a very cool home! Is this your next project??
ReplyDeleteThat is fishscale shake.
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ReplyDeleteHi Michele, yes my mom was born in the house. I walk by it when I go the PO. My grandfather had a meat market here. My grandma was killed in a car accident when my mom was only 22. My mom was teaching and lived with her dad and looked after him for awhile. I'll take a picture of the house I grew up in.
ReplyDeleteWho owns that house now? That is sad about your Grandma. Do you remember visiting your Grandfather in that house?
ReplyDeleteYes, I would love to see a picture of the house you grew up in! The only one I have seen is my favorite one picture of you and Mike dancing! ; )