has put a fun post up to do.
Here is my up close photo of a brick. Why a brick you say??
About a year ago or so, an older couple, older then me but not as old as the brick, knocked on my front door and asked if they could take a picture of our house. They said they had a relative that had worked in the property a long time ago. My house is an old (1850) mill and it is not as strange a request as you might think. Sure, be my guest. Would you like to come in? I am very inviting when my house is clean as it was on that day and I love a good 'old' story about things long since past.
Well, they had a pretty good story. The relative was a great great grandfather, maybe uncle, they were so excited and I got a bit confused. And he had lived in the village and worked at the Mill from it's build until about 1872. Funny about that date, I said, I have a brick with that date on it sitting on my window sill. We had found it when we had a small window (wheel house then) excavated and made into a huge window (kitchen now). We kept the brick for fun. The couple took one look at it and beamed. That's him, A. Baker was here!! And his relatives were standing in my kitchen, the old wheel house. I offered them the brick to keep but they declined. They thought it should stay with the house. I thought so too but would have let them have it. I do like the brick, more now that I know why it was buried in my wall for nearly 150 years.