Home is where the heart is. A house is just a house until you fill it with love and then it becomes a home. My house is a home. My house is the home that Arne built, my Grandpa Arne Louison, in 1938. It's the house that Arne and Margaret filled with children, 5 boys and 1 girl (my mom). He built it with love for his wife and growing family with blood and sweat. He dug a hole and built it from the ground up. My house is a Sears and Robuck Kit house, ordered from a catalog and then picked up at the train station. The paint colors have changed over the years but the structure is still the same, it is strong because of the foundation he dug nearly 80 years ago.
"By wisdom a house is built, and by understanding it is established;
by knowledge the rooms are filled with all precious and pleasant riches." Proverbs 24:3-4
My Grandpa died in 1975 when I was just 4 years old. But I have so many wonderful memories of him. My Granny lived at home until 2003, when my husband and I and our 2 children at that time bought the house. Over the years we have continued to fill the house with love and had another child in 2006. Until now we have only changed paint colors, updated the bathroom, put in a new kitchen counter and sink, and replaced the roof. We are now talking about doing some more cosmetic things and finally ripping up the kitchen floor that was done in the 1970's, that's what got me thinking about the house that Arne built. I'm very lucky to have the blueprints.
My home is the house that Arne built.
My Grandpa, Arne Louison
My grandpa had the slope of the roof changed for winters in the North East.
As the family grew he put on two additions, a dormer upstairs to a lot for a bathroom and
a breakfast nook to make the kitchen bigger with an enclosed back porch.
Label that was on one of the windows we restored.
The front with our beautiful Red Maple.
The back with the beautiful Sugar Maple.
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