A quick from-the-road shot of the house my grandmother built with her husband from the root cellar up. She would be horrified to see that the paint isn’t immaculate and there’s junk on the side porch.
Not shown: the beautiful faux stained glass windows she designed and made, the brick floor shellacked to a high gloss shine, and the lovingly hand stained woodwork making up the two-story wall of bookshelves and catwalk.
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