For the love of an old house

The first two years or so my husband and I were married, we dreamed. Dreamed of the kind of house we wanted. We would go to home shows, show an interest in log cabins. Than there was the energy crisis back in the 80's. Oh we were gonna have an earth home. The A shaped house appealed to us al-be-it a very short time. I am not sure how we got hooked on old homes. The older the better. Maybe because when we started seriously looking, the only ones we could afford were the old fixer uppers. Whatever the reason, it became almost an obession.

We rented seven different places in five years. During those five years I recall my husband saying he had always dreamed of living in a house with a big ol wrap around porch. I dont think I had ever even seen one. But can you beleive it? We now live in a house with a DOUBLE wrap around porch. Built around 1897 or so by a banker. And no, it isn't a mansion. The banker was the 'tight' kind of banker. (no hidden money in the walls)
He had a home in Boone IA that he sank all his millions into. But no matter. This home was old, unusual and at a price and contract we could afford.

Heck we were only 27 at the time, with two kids and lots of visions.

A pic of us than on our porch with our dog Higgins actually relaxing and spending time doing nothing. How long did that
last?