The brides in my family have an easy time satisfying the custom of wearing something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue on their wedding day. For 100 years now, every bride in the family has worn my great-grandmother's lace veil that she had made for her in Belgium when she married in 1911. I think something like 20 different women have worn it. That covers the something old and something borrowed. The something blue comes from a sapphire necklace from the other side of the family. And the new? Well, shoes usually handle that one.
There weren't any brides hanging around my corner this week, so I thought I'd try to find the something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue in my neighborhood.
Something old. Since the pro-slavery Quantrill and his ruffians raided our town, killing 150 men and boys and burning down all the buildings in 1863, we have very few structures that pre-date the Civil War. This old farmhouse (now, in the middle of an established neighborhood) escaped the attack. It was built in the early 1850s and is beautifully maintained by its current owners. (Dear European Corner-Viewers, please don't laugh at the fact that 160 years is considered old.)
Something new. They tore down an old house and built this new one on my street last year:
Something borrowed: A rental? Does that count?
Something blue:
Hmm. That house looks more gray than blue in the picture. How about this one?
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