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Chers Amis,
Saint Jerome, pray for us! Husbands, golf balls and windows are not a good mix, so St. Jerome - see lower left corner of window - has been watching over us for the last two months from one of Caddie's narrations used to cover the hole. But, no more! As I tap out these words I can hear the workmen removing the sashing, carefully lifting out the battered window, and installing a new window. Not only does it lack a gaping maw, but it opens and closes too! Hurray!
Notre moulin, like its owners, is starting to show the passing of time with creaky knees and floors, graying hair and paint. Sports injuries only add to the problem. When we were deciding whether or not to place an offer on this humble abode in the woods so many years ago, I gave my "Yes" if and only if w
e could redo the 1977 kitchen and baths. Three kids, 11 years, one dog, numerous snakes, salamanders, possoms, raccoons and laugh lines later, we still have all the soon- to- be antique original cabinetry and wallpaper. And one new window! Retro, it may be, but I sure love this house!-- Marjorie
