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Coming out from My Dark Place. . .

Not a house belonging to anyone I know, but it reminds me of my maternal grandparents' house in SE Pennsylvania whenever there was snow, which we had many Decembers and Christmases in the 1970s and 1980s.

Closing on the new house tomorrow afternoon with moving day a week later when we'll take up residence.  Lots to do in that time, of course, but we'll manage.  I cannot wait to bid goodbye to the movers, shut the front door that first evening at home, have some kind of supper with the Grand Duchess and Young Master, tuck the latter into bed in his new room at 8 o'clock, and then poor a glass of something medicinal to celebrate with the Grand Duchess in front of the working fireplace in the library.  While the style of our new house is more modern than the one pictured above, it does nestle down much like it in a bunch of trees at the edge of a large wood, hence my borrowing unashamedly from Mr. Wodehouse.  Totleigh-in-the-Wold, which my sister finds riotously funny.

-- Stokes

Comments

Peter Douglas said…
Good luck with your move and keep an eye on your Silver Cow Creamer!

Cheers
PD
My Dear Heinz Ulrich, Greetings!

There are many, many good wishes that we in the Chancellery wish to offer to you and that wonderful, noble family of yours. First, in case a threatening health problem consumes my time, may you and yours celebrate a most wonderful, quiet holiday And Holy Season. May the new home be everything you want and desire and may good health, good fortune and prosperity precede and follow you wherever you may go.

It is with certainty that I offer the hope that the new year will allow you a few spare hours to do some painting and be able to continue your missives about the hobby we all share.

Holiday blessings!

Gerardus Magnus
Archbishop Emeritus
Conrad Kinch said…
Stay the course old chap.
Best of luck in the new digs!
Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound. Content to breathe his own air, in his native ground!
Thank you everyone for your good wishes, and may I extend and early compliments of the season to you all.

Best Regards,

Stokes
Old School ACW said…
And not before time!

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