Last night my husband and I went to a party where I got to meet several of his old high school friends. One of those friends in particular is near and dear to his heart, and has stayed with us on occasion while visiting from California. They were all so nice to me, and I made several new friends. The location was large old house recently purchased by one of those friends. It’s a great old house that is older than my husband. It’s one of those that already has history, and is located on a main street. There is a wrought iron fence separating the yard from the street sidewalk. The rooms are typical of a house of that age, and there are several of them which is a great for having your own space to hide in. It’s the kind of house that memories are made in.

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