tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812080424153930576.post5046826445067735386..comments2022-10-20T09:55:38.732-07:00Comments on Jane Becomes an Author: In Remembrance of "Cedar Cottage"JaneofVirginiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320442534060401465noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812080424153930576.post-84153558367711275982014-06-15T16:19:54.213-07:002014-06-15T16:19:54.213-07:00LJ,
I am so sorry. The best we can hope for ...LJ,<br /> I am so sorry. The best we can hope for is that the person either falls in love with the home and crowns it with the lovely touches that your own family did in years of living there, or that a new purchaser does.<br /> Some years ago, my parents home that I grew up in went to a couple who bought it and changed it in order to sell for a profit. It hurt us every time we drove by. It took years but the third owner after my parents loves the house and when I was last there with my son the house had a new lease on life and really was a home. Have faith that eventually the right family will acquire the home and love it as it deserves.JaneofVirginiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15320442534060401465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812080424153930576.post-80485479568700106432014-06-15T11:35:00.733-07:002014-06-15T11:35:00.733-07:00I read ever word. I miss my birth home even after...I read ever word. I miss my birth home even after being gone for 3 years. I do a google search. I ride by and stop when we return to Indiana and Beau whines in the car window, remembering playing in the snow. And I see a house that was purchased not with love, but a low ball figure. The trees, bushes, flowers, and fence are gone. Where once was a loved home surrounded with beauty, is now just a structure, and I want to cry.lotta joyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12742978845913126675noreply@blogger.com