“I would have guessed even earlier. And, if not a craftsman, he was certainly one who appreciated the work of a good craftsman. Regardless, it’s a nice thing to have in the family.”
“We almost lost it once,” I state, not really sure why I’m volunteering this part of my family history. But it seems right, and I continue. “There was a break in ownership in the 1940s. My mother’s father sold the house to pay college tuition for his daughters. Just before I was born my mother and her sister put their money together to buy it back.”
“That’s really something,” Henry says, shaking his head and walking into the living room.
“Hey, I didn’t know that,” Hal says as we follow him.
“I guess I never mentioned it,” I say, shrugging, but wondering why I had never told Hal.
Hal flops down on the couch
