If Walls Could Talk, We’d Plug Our Ears
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We’re settling into our house a little more every day, and the delivery of our bedroom furniture should help the process along even further. We’ve been in it for six weeks now and the place is really feeling like home. But I can’t help thinking about the former residents from time to time.
And I can’t help wondering exactly how many folks were living here!
We bought the house from a couple who, sadly, were divorcing if the act wasn’t already final. They obviously had a couple of kids. I found a snapshot of a little girl in one bedroom closet, while another bedroom was covered in a sports motif. There was playground equipment in the backyard when we first visited the house, and stenciled on a wall in the family room was a beautiful sentiment: “Family – a journey together forever.”
OK, so I understand receiving mail addressed to “John Smith” and “Jane Smith” the former residents of record. And I’ve concluded that the wife also received mail under her maiden name, because her first name is way more uncommon than “Jane.”
So how come we’ve also received mail addressed to (I’ve changed the names) Iesha Carly, Richard Williams, Audrey Vincent, Wendy Timmons, Alice Morgan and Oscar Richardson?
A portion of the basement is converted into a small – albeit very nice – beauty salon. I figured the wife did hair on the side, but let’s say they rented it out (which reminds me: If you or anyone you know does hair and would like to work out of a small – albeit very nice – beauty salon, then holler back!). Let’s say the beautician was “Iesha” and she received mail here; that still leaves five other people who used the address.
I can’t figure it out. But I’m glad that walls don’t talk. We’ll concentrate on making our own memories here, and let the past be the past.
DS
