"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
Samantha says:
I love your photo blog, Susanne! Great pic’s. Isn’t North Carolina grand?
Samantha
On March 29, 2005 at 9:33 am