The house that Grandpa built...

When I was out in Washington State, my sister Rhoni and I went out to see what had happened to our grandparent's house. They passed away quite a few years ago now and their estate wasn't handled well and in legal battles and all that mumbo jumbo. Due to this reason no one has lived there for a while except squatters who ripped things out and stole some stuff. The inside of the house just isn't the same any more.

I should have take more pictures of it while I was out there as it seems that it is likely because of the above reasons, it is likely to be torn down when the land is sold. I completely forgot to take any pictures of the outside of the house or workshop.

Laine was my biological father's name and this is where at one point he carved his name into the wall.



Layers of flooring from many years.



My sister, Rhoni, on the phone in Grandma and Grandpa's room.



My Grandpa Gilbert built the house that he and my Grandma Eve lived in and carved their names and the date into the fireplace. (Gil-Eve-Dec-1961)



My Grandma's kitchen. Rhoni and I looked through the whole thing and it's still in such good condition.







Grandma's cellar where she kept all of her canning. It seemed so big and scary when we were kids, we would refuse to go down there!  Now it was awesome to see.



Grandpa also had a workshop.



With some of the weirdest stuff tied up in the rafters, like this bike, there was also a raft, a sled, some skis and some other things we couldn't identify!



They had 19.5 acres of land for their home.





When we were there our Uncle Ron let us look through some of their old belongings. Like the ration books from my Grandpa and his family:



And we got to take a few things, like a couple plates from Grandma's china plates she collected. The cross-stitch on is my favorite, she was wonderful at cross-stitch, her back and front looked the same.


I also got a carved wooden box that my biological father owned, but that will be a different post. It was nice and sad to go down memory lane while I was there.