To anyone impacted by Irene in any way, my heart goes out to you. I sincerely hope every one of you are safe and sound.
Irene has absolutely devastated Southern Vermont, and though luckily I'm up North at school right now, I'm hearing news of towns and roads I know so well being ravaged by floods. As a matter of fact, the house my mother moved out of just this June has been washed away by floods, along with many other houses on that street. I am heartsick, terrified to hear about the fates of all the neighborhood dogs and cats, and we still had lots of unreplaceable heirloom furniture, artwork, and sentimental childhood things packed away in storage there that are gone forever. These houses were all historic early 19th century beauties, too, and in our sleepy little town of 700 people, this is quite a blow.
However, I feel so blessed we were no longer really living in the house, and to my knowledge, no people were seriously injured in the wreckage. When I feel sad about all the material things I've lost, I just recall that all my friends, folks, and critters are alive and well. And I'm not usually the type to go on about miracles and such, but to think we had just moved some more of our favorite things out of the old house last weekend... it's really something. I know many weren't that lucky, though, and I want you to know my thoughts are with you and yours. ♥
RIP, Water Street House. This 1920s dress was something I found in the attic there, along with baskets full of Victorian through 1930s letters, calling cards, books, and photographs. Those pieces are all safely tucked away at my dad's house, and will serve as a permanent reminder of the glorious little farmhouse that once was.