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Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 1:44 pm

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Filed under: prairie musings, Roy P. Britton, Ally Britton — Peg Britton @ 6:32 am


58 years ago was extremely hot, in the triple digits,  and we had NO air conditioning in our home on 8th Street.  I don’t think I have ever been so hot in my entire life.  The good thing was that delivery took about 10 minutes and we had a bundle of beauty and activity….and that continues.  Have a wonderful birthday, Ally…and many, many more.



Filed under: prairie musings, Roy P. Britton — Peg Britton @ 12:30 pm

I have a stack of old sheet music for the piano from the 30s that we inherited from Brit’s mom, Effie Britton.  I’m sure Brit and his sister, Virginia, spent a lot of time sitting on her piano bench practicing the latest piano exercise.  There is also old flute, violin and vocal music.

One book is titled “Unisonal Scales Chords and Rhythmic Studies for Military Bands as used by the U.S. Army Music School, Governors Island, NY.  It’s for the flute.  There is “Easiest Orchestra Collection” compiled by Rob Roy Perry dated 1932, for the flute.  “Five Songs for a Medium Voice” by Thurlow Lieurance dated 1907.

Does anyone have any idea if any of this is worth a hill of beans to collectors?  Any idea how I find out?  It’s all in good shape.  Slightly used.  It has been in a cabinet in the garage, forgotten,  for years.

Stay tuned…



Filed under: print news — Peg Britton @ 9:54 am

An Agurban Publication
Drought 2012

It is with a great deal of concern that we keep a watchful eye on the drought situation around the country. Whether you know it or not, this affects YOU if you eat or drive a car! The New York Times recently stated “The Great & Terrible Drought of 2012 looks like the worst single national farm and water crisis since 1934 - and it’s getting worse every day.”

The NY Times article went on to say:

“What is particularly striking about this dry spell is its breadth. Fifty-five percent of the continental United States - from California to Arkansas, Texas to North Dakota - is under moderate to extreme drought, according to the government, the largest such area since December 1956. An analysis released on Thursday (July 19, 2012) by the United States Drought Monitor showed that 88 percent of corn and 87 percent of soybean crops in the country were in drought-stricken regions, a 10 percent jump from a week before. Corn and soybean prices reached record highs on Thursday, with corn closing just over $8.07 a bushel and soybeans trading as high as $17.49.

As of Sunday, more than half of the corn in seven states was in poor or very poor condition, according to the Department of Agriculture. In Kentucky, Missouri and Indiana, that figure is above 70 percent. Over all, only 31 percent of the nation’s corn is in good to excellent condition, compared with 66 percent at the same time last year . . .

The withering corn has increased feed prices and depleted available feeding land, putting stress on cattle farmers. A record 54 percent of pasture and rangeland - where cattle feed or where hay is harvested for feeding - was in poor or very poor condition, according to the Department of Agriculture. Many farmers have been forced to sell their animals. Because feed can account for nearly half of a cattle farmer’s costs, consumers could see a rise in the price of meat and dairy products, experts said. The high sustained heat has led the key components in milk, like fat and protein, to plummet more than usual, said Chris Galen, a spokesman for National Milk Producers Federation.

But the impact of this drought has extended beyond farming. In Missouri, the torrid conditions have sparked forest fires that resemble the types of wildfires seen in the West. Already, 117 wildfires have burned in Missouri’s Mark Twain National Forest, a record-setting pace.

If you talk to “old” farmers, they vividly remember 1954, and often compare 2012 to that year.

For comparison’s sake, 2010 is shown as a “normal” year.

For the full article and a graphic of the drought level since 1896, visit here.



Filed under: political musings, print news, Barack Obama, Mitt Romney — Peg Britton @ 12:27 pm

The Salina Journal Opinion Page, July 25, 2012 ; Article by Mike Mattson
That’s all you need to know

If Obama had an ‘R’ by his name instead of a ‘D,’ he’d be loved by Republicans.

“That’s all you people need to know.”
— Ann Romney

“You people.”  That was Ann Romney’s response when asked why her husband has released only an incomplete tax return for one year and an estimate for another. With a jutting jaw and a toss of the head, she gave an unmistakable indication of what she thought of the unwashed masses, of those who would dare question the royal We, of “you people.” Mitt and Ann Romney don’t expect to be elected, they expect to be crowned. They expect “you people” to not only applaud at their coronation but to genuflect at the same time. In my 70-plus years, I cannot remember such arrogant snobbery in a presidential candidate and his wife.

I doubt that Mr. Romney, to the manor born, has ever broken a sweat in his life. His path to success was a direct shot to the top. Well, I guess that is the luck of the draw. But one can only surmise whether Romney would have been the “success” that he is were he born the son of a peanut farmer or raised in the household of an abusive alcoholic, or the product of a mixed-race union and a welfare mom.

Romney made his fortune with other people’s money on other people’s backs. He has wallowed in his wealth while the victims of his success have struggled to repair their broken lives. Is that how the Jesus of Nazareth, with whom conservatives love to associate  Themselves, would define success?

He has sneered that President Barack Obama is foreign while his jokers neigh that Obama is un-American. All the while, he has had his loot stashed in foreign banks. He pleads for more and more tax breaks for the “job creators” while refusing to explain how investing in tax dodges in the Cayman Islands creates jobs in the U.S. Those are the so-called job creators that got multiple tax breaks in the Bush years and virtually no new jobs were created. In the end, we got the Great Recession. With the lowest tax burden in 70 years, how could that be?

If low taxes encourage job creation, how in the world did we make it through the Fabulous Fifties when the top marginal tax rate was over 70 percent? Did nothing get done from World War II to 1960? Did no one have a job? Well, actually, just the opposite was true. With a flood of educated people, thanks to the GI bill, with a housing boom, thanks to FHA and VHA loans, and with the largest investment in infrastructure in the country’s history (even larger than the New Deal, thanks to Republican President Eisenhower), the country was booming.

Republicans have called President Obama foreign and un-American when, in fact, he is the embodiment of the American dream. His only
real problem is not that he is half black. There are plenty of high profile black Republicans. His real problem is that he has a capital “D” after his name instead of an “R.” Without any change of his positions, had he simply declared himself a Republican instead of a Democrat, Republicans would be falling all over themselves with their accolades.

His health care initiative was the product of the ultra-conservative Heritage Foundation think tank. It was championed by then-speaker  Newt Gingrich as an alternative to Hillary Care. It was put into action by then-Massachusetts Gov. Mitt Romney, who applauds it as a conservative solution while at the same time damning it as a socialist plot under Obama. Is there any flip that he won’t flop? Obama
proposed cap-and-trade as a market oriented solution to greenhouse gas emissions. That was a Republican idea until it was a Democratic one.

Obama gave an unacknowledged nod to the gun community by relaxing restrictions on gun possession in national parks. While he  recognizes rights for gays and lesbians, so do Dick and Liz Cheney. Of course, what choice did they have?

The Obama administration has deported more undocumented workers in 31⁄2 years than George Bush did in eight. He has doubled the size of the border patrol. He increased the number of drone strikes in Pakistan to the delight of the neocons. He extended the Bush tax cuts and dedicated one-third of his stimulus program to additional tax cuts. There is a lot for Republicans to like if only he were an “R” instead of a “D,” and there is a lot to make progressives squirm even if he isn’t.

Today, the so-called left wing would be considered off to the right 40 years ago. If he had only called himself a Republican, he would be well on his way to re-election and the Republicans would have the first black president asterisk in their column.

— Salinan Mike Mattson is a landlord, furniture builder and general hand.



Filed under: prairie musings, 1404 N.Douglas — Peg Britton @ 12:01 pm

The following photos were taken by Richard Stinnett and Charlie Robinson on July 18, 2012.  It’s interesting in that their interpretations of my home are somewhat different from Joel Smith’s who took a series of photos that have featured other chapters of this story.  Rich and Charlie were fascinated with the stairs so this chapter is “All About Stairs”.


View from the bridge looking down at the front entry and entry deck outside.


Bridge to loft with Captain’s Stairs at left leading to Crow’s Nest.


Crow’s Nest…top o’ the world.  This is one of the rooms my grandchildren loved and spent hours playing games here.  Brit and I sat up here a lot when the house was new and we could see the now absent blinking red light at the intersection of Highways 140 and 13.  We could also see the football field from the loft deck, but those views are now obstructed by the growth of all the trees.


Captain’s Stairs to Crow’s Nest


Bridge from loft to tower.


Steps from loft to main level…


Steps from main entry.  If you look above the bridge,  you can see the Captain’s Stairs to the Crow’s Nest.


Looking up from the lowest level…the family room…


These book shelves are tucked beneath the stairs that are on the lowest level and ascend to the main floor of the house.

The only other stairs that aren’t shown here are the ones from the main deck to the patio.

Thanks for tuning in…there is more to come….



Filed under: prairie musings, Civil/Gay Rights — Peg Britton @ 3:13 pm

In Abilene, this is business as usual. In Canada, it’s a civil offense with monetary damages.

By Lori Culbert, Vancouver Sun July 19, 2012

A retired Grand Forks couple who would not allow two gay men to stay in their bed and breakfast has to pay the men more than $4,500, the B.C. Human Rights Tribunal has ruled.

Les and Susan Molnar, who owned the now-closed River-bed Bed and Breakfast, held “sincere religious beliefs” opposing same-sex relation-ships when they cancelled reservations for Shaun Eadie and Brian Thomas in July 2009 after learning the couple was gay, tribunal member Enid Marion said in a decision this week.

The Molnars argued they had merely banned Eadie and Thomas from their home, where they conduct prayer meetings and feel responsible for the behaviour of any guests.

But Marion disagreed, finding the bed and breakfast room was separate from the Molnars’ personal living space and was operated more like a hotel or motel.

“Having entered into the commercial sphere, the Mol-nars, like other business people, were required to comply with the laws of the province … that prohibits discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation,” Marion wrote.

Eadie and Thomas, who live in Vancouver, filed their com-plaint three years ago, but the case had been delayed for a variety of reasons.

The story began when Eadie phoned Susan Molnar to reserve a room with a single bed at the bed and breakfast.

Susan Molnar was concerned she had rented the room to a same-sex couple, so Les Molnar called Eadie back to ask if he and Thomas were gay.

Eadie affirmed they were, to which Molnar says he replied that staying at his house was “not going to work out.”

Eadie responded by saying “wow,” and hung up. He testified he found the exchange quite disturbing.

At the tribunal hearing, the Molnars, devout Christians who regularly attend church, argued they had a constitutionally protected right to freedom of religion, and that the cancellation of the reservation was justified on this basis.

“[Les Molnar] testified that it would have shamed him and his Lord if he had allowed [Eadie and Thomas] to share one bed,” Marion wrote.

But Marion disagreed with the constitutional argument, noting the bed and breakfast was not run by a church.

In the ruling, the Molnars were ordered to pay each of the complainants $1,500 for damages, $340 for travel expenses, and more than $400 for lost wages to attend the hearing in Kelowna.

The Molnars closed their bed and breakfast in September 2009, after renovating their house two years earlier to open the business.

The couple testified they had suffered harassment because of the controversy and were worried about future complaints.



Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 10:40 am

Val Patterson

1953 - 2012
I was Born in Salt Lake City, March 27th 1953. I died of Throat Cancer on July 10th 2012. I went to six different grade schools, then to Churchill, Skyline and the U of U. I loved school, Salt Lake City, the mountains, Utah. I was a true Scientist. Electronics, chemistry, physics, auto mechanic, wood worker, artist, inventor, business man, ribald comedian, husband, brother, son, cat lover, cynic. I had a lot of fun. It was an honor for me to be friends with some truly great people. I thank you. I’ve had great joy living and playing with my dog, my cats and my parrot. But, the one special thing that made my spirit whole, is my long love and friendship with my remarkable wife, my beloved Mary Jane. I loved her more than I have words to express. Every moment spent with my Mary Jane was time spent wisely. Over time, I became one with her, inseparable, happy, fulfilled. I enjoyed one good life. Traveled to every place on earth that I ever wanted to go. Had every job that I wanted to have. Learned all that I wanted to learn. Fixed everything I wanted to fix. Eaten everything I wanted to eat. My life motto was: “Anything for a Laugh”. Other mottos were “If you can break it, I can fix it”, “Don’t apply for a job, create one”. I had three requirements for seeking a great job; 1 - All glory, 2 - Top pay, 3 - No work.

Now that I have gone to my reward, I have confessions and things I should now say. As it turns out, I AM the guy who stole the safe from the Motor View Drive Inn back in June, 1971. I could have left that unsaid, but I wanted to get it off my chest. Also, I really am NOT a PhD. What happened was that the day I went to pay off my college student loan at the U of U, the girl working there put my receipt into the wrong stack, and two weeks later, a PhD diploma came in the mail. I didn’t even graduate, I only had about 3 years of college credit. In fact, I never did even learn what the letters “PhD” even stood for. For all of the Electronic Engineers I have worked with, I’m sorry, but you have to admit my designs always worked very well, and were well engineered, and I always made you laugh at work. Now to that really mean Park Ranger; after all, it was me that rolled those rocks into your geyser and ruined it. I did notice a few years later that you did get Old Faithful working again. To Disneyland - you can now throw away that “Banned for Life” file you have on me, I’m not a problem anymore - and SeaWorld San Diego, too, if you read this.

To the gang: We grew up in the very best time to grow up in the history of America. The best music, muscle cars, cheap gas, fun kegs, buying a car for “a buck a year” - before Salt Lake got ruined by over population and Lake Powell was brand new. TV was boring back then, so we went outside and actually had lives. We always tried to have as much fun as possible without doing harm to anybody - we did a good job at that.
If you are trying to decide if you knew me, this might help… My father was RD “Dale” Patterson, older brother “Stan” Patterson, and sister “Bunny” who died in a terrible car wreck when she was a Junior at Skyline. My mom “Ona” and brother “Don” are still alive and well. In college I worked at Vaughns Conoco on 45th South and 29th East. Mary and I are the ones who worked in Saudi Arabia for 8 years when we were young. Mary Jane is now a Fitness Instructor at Golds on Van Winkle - you might be one of her students - see what a lucky guy I am? Yeah, no kidding.

My regret is that I felt invincible when young and smoked cigarettes when I knew they were bad for me. Now, to make it worse, I have robbed my beloved Mary Jane of a decade or more of the two of us growing old together and laughing at all the thousands of simple things that we have come to enjoy and fill our lives with such happy words and moments. My pain is enormous, but it pales in comparison to watching my wife feel my pain as she lovingly cares for and comforts me. I feel such the “thief” now - for stealing so much from her - there is no pill I can take to erase that pain.

If you knew me or not, dear reader, I am happy you got this far into my letter. I speak as a person who had a great life to look back on. My family is following my wishes that I not have a funeral or burial. If you knew me, remember me in your own way. If you want to live forever, then don’t stop breathing, like I did.
A celebration of life will be held on Sunday, July 22nd from 4:00 to 6:00 pm at Starks Funeral Parlor, 3651 South 900 East, Salt Lake City, casual dress is encouraged.

Online condolences may be offered and memorial video may be viewed at (They are experiencing an overwhelming amount of traffic and their website is down).

Published in Salt Lake Tribune from July 15 to July 22, 2012



Filed under: prairie musings, Sam Brownback — Peg Britton @ 8:55 pm

By Nick Carey

WICHITA, Kansas | Wed Jul 18, 2012 1:29am EDT

(Reuters) - Fiscal conservatives in Kansas have turned their state into a laboratory to test reforms similar to the “Ryan plan” for massive tax cuts at the national level — and the result has been a Republican civil war.

Backers of recent state tax cuts argue they will create jobs and boost the economy to partially offset lost revenue, with budget cuts solving the remaining shortfall. The tax cuts go into effect in January, and the Kansas Legislative Research Department calculates the lost revenue will amount to the equivalent of 36 percent of the state budget within five years.

Republican Governor Sam Brownback has described the reforms as a “real live experiment” that proponents want to see implemented at the national level.

Critics say there are few specifics on spending cuts. The same criticism is leveled by opponents of U.S. House Budget Committee Chairman Paul Ryan’s “Path to Prosperity,” which President Barack Obama has called “thinly veiled social Darwinism,” arguing its spending cuts are vague and will hurt everything from education to low-income families and highways.

The “Ryan plan” maintains that cutting taxes and broadening the tax base is “pro-growth reform” that will “promote innovation and sustained job creation in the private sector.”

Moderate Republicans, who control the Kansas state Senate with Democratic help, argue that a tax-cut-fueled boom is a pipe dream and lost tax revenue will devastate schools, roads and basic services for the poor, as well as lead to the release of convicted felons.

“The tax cuts will do huge damage to Kansas over the next few years,” said Republican state Senate Vice President John Vratil, who is retiring and refers to conservatives as “ultra right wingers.” “It’s pretty clear that unless something changes we will see dramatic cuts to public services like education.”

Internecine warfare has led to a slew of challenges against moderate Kansas Republicans in the August 7 primary.

Click HERE for the rest of the story…



Filed under: prairie musings, Tyler Britton USAF, CCATT — Peg Britton @ 8:24 am


On this day six years ago, my grandson enlisted in the U.S. Air Force.  At that time, he had another year of high school and the world ahead of him waiting to be explored.

Now, after five years of active service, Tyler is a certified, nationally registered respiratory therapist who teaches CCATT (Critical Care Air Transport Team) students at the University of Cincinnati Critical Care Hospital.  He has served two tours in Afghanistan while helping with the care and transfer of critically wounded service personnel from the battlefield hospital in Afghanistan to a secure hospital setting in Germany.  He probably will be deployed again later this year.  As his role in the Air Force, it’s “what he does”.

The Air Force has provided him with wonderful career and educational opportunities and a bright future.

Thank you for your service to your country, Tyler.  We’re all very proud of you. Somewhere your grandpa and Uncle Bruce are giving you a big Air Force salute!



Filed under: political musings, Barack Obama, Mitt Romney — Peg Britton @ 10:50 am


Mon Jul 16, 2012 10:22 AM EDT

Romney has only released a complete return for 2010 and an unfinished estimate for 2011. This is less than any other presidential candidate in recent history. As The Times put it in a scathing editorial this week, “what information he did release provides a fuzzy glimpse at a concerted effort to park much of his wealth in overseas tax shelters, suggesting a widespread pattern of tax avoidance unlike that of any previous candidate.” Blind trusts, Swiss bank accounts and Bermuda accounts designed to shield your money from the taxing agency of the country you want to lead just doesn’t sound right. And Romney’s reluctance to reveal more suggests that there is more that’s distasteful.


After three days of Mitt Romney complaining about attacks on his record at Bain Capital, it’s clear that President Obama has nothing to apologize for. If Mr. Romney doesn’t want to provide real answers to the questions about his career, he had better develop a thicker skin. … Mr. Obama’s campaign aides did go too far, perhaps, in suggesting Mr. Romney may have legal problems over this issue. But Mr. Obama’s criticism is fair. Mr. Romney has persistently refused to tell voters about his finances. Even now it is not clear how much money he has made from Bain in the 13 (or 10) years since he left the company.  The right way to respond to Mr. Obama is to release his tax returns from that period, or open up Bain documents.



Filed under: prairie musings, 1404 N.Douglas — Peg Britton @ 9:22 am

Downsizing is a daunting chore. There is nothing fun about it.

Recently I visited with a friend of mine  who decided a couple of months ago that it was time to move out of her home that she had shared for a life time with her husband and five children.  We old folks sense those things.  Her basement was stacked full of tubs of papers, records and collectibles above and beyond the rest of the house that was full of mementos from the past. As am I, she was overwhelmed with how one is to gracefully dispose of a houseful of memories.

Her children, their spouses and grandchildren gathered to help and had her house empty within a few days.  She was advised that having an auction to sell her household items was pointless as there weren’t people with money to buy them.  They found a family who had lost everything in a fire and worked a deal with them.  The thankful couple took the furniture, pots and pans, dishes and anything else they wanted off her hands in return for helping dispose of the remainder of things.   What was left was donated to a used furniture business that in turn  removed it from the house without charge.  This was all nice furniture, mind you.

Her house went from her being there and surrounded by a lifetime full of memories to bone bare empty.  She told the realtor to sell the house for the first reasonable offer.  She knows that won’t be much but she’s wants to be rid of it.  She’s happy with her new location and that she helped a young couple get a new start. She is happy in her new surroundings, but says she’s sleeping a lot following the ordeal of the move.

Which brings me back to my house and the chore I have of sorting through things.  Slowly things are going out the back door.  Very slowly.  Every armful helps. Even with all the well-intentioned  effort, I’m sure as I’m sitting here my house won’t look like it’s supposed to for open houses which I hope to have next month. I’ve already decided I can’t “impersonalize” my house as one would expect.  It’s beyond my ability.  People will just have to dismiss my “stuff” and envision naked rooms with their possessions in them.


This is what my kitchen looks like.  I try to keep the clutter in the pantry.  The wood carvings on the wall are very old ceremonial wine dippers from the Phiippines.  I never look at them without chuckling about comments my good friend, the Crystal Queen, made regarding them. This was at the time when Duckwall’s was still downtown, and they had some small framed pictures for sale, nothing artsy at all. They were pictures like the kind you cut out of a calendar and slap in a frame.  She wanted me to get rid of my precious wine dippers and hang up a couple of those pictures.  I won’t let her forget that.  She just doesn’t appreciate my wine dippers!  I have numerous wood carvings throughout our house.  It’s a lot of what this house “is”.  My family has lived with them a long time so they like them.  Most of the carvings are ones Brit and I picked up in remote areas of our travels.  They may still be in evidence when I have a house showing.


The counter is used for buffets and family meals. This is where I keep my cookbooks. Most are treasures while some I can easily part with.  Most people use a computer and look up recipes as it’s easier.  That’s what I do, but I still love browsing through recipe books.  The Woodmode floor to ceiling cabinets in the back ground are in three sections.  Two are for dishes, the middle section is a pantry with pull out shelves.  It’s very cool.


I love my kitchen.  It looks small but it has tons of storage and it’s a very efficient place to work.  I had a large kitchen in our house on 8th street and it just wore me out.  There aren’t wasted steps in this kitchen and there is plenty of counter space.  Thousands of meals have been served out of this area.  I’ve seen Ally prepare food for 100 here without skipping a beat.  She loves this kitchen, and she’s worked in a good many of them to know.

We go from uncluttered to this: my catch-all place for kitchen “stuff”.  I call it my French pantry, because it is.


This is the one place in the house that I can’t “de-clutter”: a small section of my French pantry.   At the end, left of Drew’s Maker’s Mark, there is a large storage area replete with deep shelves.  To the right of this picture is the continuation of the shelves in this picture. There are about 6 shelves each 16 feet in length plus the two shelves at the back of this picture and the corner deep shelving….and floor for storage.


I guess you could call the pantry my “Alzheimer’s Test Palace”.  I really do know where things are in here.  It’s hard to take a picture of it because of its shape.  It holds a lot.  It’s where I keep my mixers, ice cream maker, Cuisinart, crockpots, cases of “stuff”, coffee pots, canned goods, condiments, spices, etal …all those things cooks generally put in  cabinets that are hard to get to.  I was standing beside the refrigerator when I took this picture.  You can’t see the French pantry until you are in it.  It’s not visible from the kitchen.


This is where my faithful companion and watch dog, Ringo, and I sleep.  I’m going to miss this room and Ringo who will be going to the farm to live with his cousins.

Stay tuned …  more on the house is bound to come.



Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 7:16 am


Wishing you all the best for a wonderful birthday filled with family, friends and all your favorite things. Happy birthday!



Filed under: prairie musings, 1404 N.Douglas — Peg Britton @ 11:16 am

All these photos were taken by Joel Smith, J & J Photography, June 2012.   If you scroll down through other blog entries, you’ll find more photos of the house, both exterior and interior.  If you are seriously interested in over 3,000 square feet of luxurious living space, plus a similarly designed storage building on 3 acres in the City of Ellsworth, please call Ally at 785.472.7065 for further information.


Upper level loft bedroom…or office or study or sitting room…and roof top deck.


Another view of the upper level bedroom leading to the bridge and to stairs leading up another level and down another level.


Another view of the spacious loft bedroom and bath containing shower, lavatory and toilet.   The large deck is left of this photo though wide sliding glass doors.  If you like lots of filtered light and great views, this might be the house for you.


View from the loft bridge looking down into the living room.

Master bedroom.  This is a queen-size bed, but previously Brit and I had a king-size bed plus those same two bedside tables in this bedroom.  There is ample room for it.  Two sides of the room has a long bank of closets and the remaining walls holds a large chest of drawers…or “Chester” drawers as they are often called in these parts :) .   Ringo’s bed is on the floor at the right. The walker and fan were just temporarily placed there when Joel was here taking pictures.  He caught me by surprise.  When I told him I needed to “pick up the place”, he said to leave it as is as it looks lived in this way. That it does.


There are other shots of this lower level bedroom.  Just scroll down to other house entries and you’ll find them.  This overlooks the brick patio on the rear ground floor level.  The door leads to the bath and laundry on the left.  Straight ahead is the large family room.


Like new washer and drier.  The tub on the left has a shower and is enclosed.  A closet to the left also has a clothes chute to capture the clothes and kids that are tossed down from the master bath above.


This is the room I hesitate to show because it contains an accumulation of give away “stuff”.  I can say that it was once the most beautiful room in the house and can be again for the person who wants to restore it to a hot tub/plant room.  The connections for a large hot tub are still in the middle of the room.  There is a sink/water on the far counter below the shelves.  And, I had tropical plants that formed a canopy over the ceiling which is quite high and can’t be seen in this picture.  There are also 3 huge skylights and sliding glass doors leading to another “poop” deck.  This room connects through large sliding glass doors to the lower level bedroom.  It is a show piece for this house and I’m sorry you can’t see that in this picture.  Just use your imagination and perhaps you can visualize what a beautiful room it usually is.


Sorry about the clutter, but I needed a place to accumulate stuff for Goodwill.  You can see a corner of the storage shed outside the left window.  We use it for the mowers and attachments, etc.  A full bank of sliding glass doors is found behind Joel the photographer.

For additional pictures, keep scrolling down until to get to Chapter 1.


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