Joanna, Jorge, and Patricia and Don. I’d call them our “new friends,” but somehow it feels we’ve known them forever.
It was nice to see the house through their eyes. They were very reassuring that we had made a good move, that the house had lots of possibilities. And it took a feminine eye to notice something Paul and I has passed over. Although the previous owners did a pretty good job clearing all their items out of the house, a few things were left behind, including a piece of shimmery cloth folded over a balustrade in the backyard.
If I had even noticed it, I would have thought it was a tablecloth, but Patricia immediately realized what it was.
She and Joanna unfolded the soiled, but still intact garment. The photo above is a spoiler, so you know where this is headed … the owner left behind a once-beautiful wedding gown. And would you get a load of that tiny waist!
Did it belong to the family matriarch, who is ailing, but still living and in her 90s? She lived there with her son, but the family is large, so it could belong to anyone. But the big mystery is why it was left behind, outside in the elements.
What else was left behind? Here and there, tacked on the walls, were pictures depicting the God, Christ, saints, and some angels or cherubs. Neither Paul nor I were raised in the Roman Catholic tradition, but we take this as a blessing from the previous owners, who resided in this house since the 1940s. Were they blessing the house, or us? Either way, we’re grateful.
I don’t know much about the family. I didn’t even get their name until I saw documents. Before they moved, I saw a diploma on the wall, certifying their matriarch as a pastry chef. Her photo indicated a beautiful, dignified lady, with high cheekbones and shiny, thick hair worn up. Her expression suggests a formidable woman. This is the same woman who I saw in person, laying in bed and barely able to open her eyes, but still striking. She urged the sale of the house so her heirs could inherit cash, more easily to divide, than the burden of a home. Mother and son moved to a small apartment in town, and I wish them blessings as well.