I love this photo of my bride, Heather (on the left), and her cousin, Beverly, posing in front of this lovely home back in the 1970s. Heather had been ogling this house since she was very little, wondering what it must be like to live in such a stately home. I’m sure this close encounter did little to calm her curiosity.

The funny thing is, Heather and I had never talked to one another about this house. As serendipity would have it, though, I passed it every morning on my journey to drop our daughter off at preschool. My gaze would always turn towards it each time I drove by, both admiring and envious.

Line Drawing of House

I still remember the day – May 1st, 1994 – when we had the opportunity to tour the house with our real estate agent, or, better put, my mother-in-law, Audrey. Despite being almost completely empty (and a little unkempt…), it was enthralling. What I remember most vividly, though, was Heather’s reaction when we arrived home. She went straight to bed and cried her eyes out at the notion that someone else would make her fantasy home theirs.

Through luck, happenstance, and persistence, we managed to buy 21 Ellington Avenue later that year and it’s been our home, Heather’s canvas, and the family gathering place for over 21-years. Who knew that Heather’s childhood fascination would take us all on a long, long journey home.

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