In late 2014 we bought a farm house on ten acres. It was known as “The Bartholomew Ranch” around town, named after the original owners, but an old newspaper article referenced the property as “Cloverdale.” It wasn’t clear why until the family discovered their grandfather was born in Cloverdale, Kansas. We love history.
The house was 1300 sq ft and built in 1902. There were two bedrooms upstairs and one bathroom downstairs which couldn’t have made an easy job of getting to the bathroom in the middle of the night. The stairs were were narrow, steep, and definitely not to code, so you risked injury should you fall, a definite negative. The property itself was idyllic though. Only five miles outside of town with a pond, a historic white barn and the most beautiful old cottonwood tree you ever did see. It was clear to us that if our family of six wanted to live here, we’d need to add on. We would buy it, gut it, and expand the house to 2000 sq ft with two extra bedrooms…and live in it forever.
Ha. Ha. Haaaaaaaa.
I’ve moved 12 times in 12 years of marriage and should have known better. What actually happened was we lived it in for one year, absolutely loved it, then sold it to awesome people, and moved onto the next thing.