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Originally Posted by Rumpelteazer
This gave me a good laugh.
Ever since my father told her he was selling she has been going on about "the ancestral home". As if my family build it with their bare hands in the 1200s instead of buying it at auction in 1917.
Also, when my uncle tried to sell it and she was thinking she would get a third of it she never moaned on about "the ancestral home".
Now you know why I enjoy cross stitching so much: I can stab something hundreds or thousands of time without getting arrested.
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OMG, this thread has now officially become hilarious. "Hundreds or thousands of times without getting arrested." That makes sense, Rimple!
We did, until about..25 years or so ago, actually have one of those "ancestral homes," a place that was built in the 1600's. Trust me, nobody wants to have to repair plumbing in a house that age! LOLOL. Or anything else. When my parents decided that they'd had enough with maintaining something nearly older than G-d, they asked all of us, if any of us wanted the place. I lived 2500 miles away, so that was a no (at that time I needed to be in a specific place) and neither of my sibs could manage it, so...now some other family owns it. It's a bit of a shocker, when it happens, but...not so much that you can't get used to it.
Don't get me wrong--I loved that house, I really did and the property, the apple orchard, yadda but...sometimes, you gotta figure that you need to let go. I still, this many years later, sometimes forget that one of us isn't living there, but...when you gotta go, you gotta go.
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