
I debated writing this because on one hand I felt so deeply in my heart that I wanted to thank so many people all over who have the past few years written to me about our website,
www.thecountryladyantiques.com and about Adam and me, and our life. (I am amazed that there are over eight thousand visits to the site A MONTH!) I knew that to really understand how much their kind words have meant to me they would have to know a little bit of my story. I felt that I didn't want to bore anyone, or come across as someone who was whining or self pitying, because I am none of those things... I was the widow of a suicide in 1998 when I moved alone from Illinois to New Hampshire in a wreck of an ancient van, with my dog Phoebe---"my partner on the big adventure of our lives"--- and very little else save a heart full of hope. (My husband, though undiagnosed until after death, suffered from severe hereditary bi-polar disorder).
I knew that the deck was stacked against me, but I was so determined that I had to TRY to rebuild a life---that I could not let what had happened to me be my legacy. I have always been upfront about what happened to me when speaking to someone, because I felt that maybe they were opportunities to give some measure of comfort or hope to someone in a bad situation.
This little cape was the pits when I bought it---a real mess. I came 1000 miles, and didn't know anyone here. I had minimal construction skills, and even less money. Within 3 weeks of living here, I painted a 'faux' parchment on the hall wall and on it wrote this quote:
"I have made a connection with the flow of time. Life's greatest joys come not on the fast track, but along a rugged road, slowly and simply. Just as this precious house passed into my hands, so it will pass into others when I am gone, and while it is mine it envelops me, sheltering and comforting me." Then,
"Mary bought this house September 19, 1998."
Though the hall has been repainted, that 'faux' parchment remains.
I worked for the next 8 years alone, day and night, (while keeping a small open antique shop and doing shows), restoring the house, and making it my home as best I could.
I met Adam in due time, in the MOST amazing way---like something from a movie---but that is a story for another day! We married a little over 3 years ago in an authentic 18thc. wedding. We are "the 2 peas in the pod". He is the other half of me. He literally walked into my life, and never in my wildest imagination could I ever have believed that something like it would ever happen to me, or that we would be so in love with each other, and with all of the same things.
Our passion for the past, for history, for simplicity and joy in it's most basic form---these are just a few of the things that bond us here and now, and will forever.
I was alone a long time. There was a lot of loneliness, fear, being flat broke, and trying, trying every day, never ever allowing myself to give up--- having a 15 minute cry and moving on....
We live here in the tiny house I took on those long years ago. We have no fancy 'toys', no cell phones, credit cards, etc. Our cars are elderly, and we get around town a lot on our bicycle-built-for-two. The things that surround us are our memories---they represent a lot of sacrifice, but more than that, they are a reminder not only of a past long gone, but of happy days together, finding a treasure now and then... so, I guess what I really want to say to those of you who have written or left comments, is THANK YOU.
Thank you for your uplifting words on a bad day. Thank you for sharing a piece of our lives with us. Thank you most of all for being friends. Though we may never meet, the warmth and sincerity you have expressed means more to us than you will ever know. In my heart, you are all sitting at my table, eating homemade treats and having tea with me from the "NO STAMP ACT TEAPOT" !