It would indeed be cool. But I am under no delusions that it would still be grandma’s house. My cousins didn’t “re-site” it. They tore it all down and reused *some* of the logs to build their little hunting lodge. Assuming it still exists, it would bear no resemblance to the original house.

I remember that from the front stoop, you went up two or three steps to the front door. As you faced the front door, the gable ends were on the left and right rather than front and back. The chimneys were on either end so the fireplaces in each of the main rooms were also on the ends. The house had a tin roof which is common on very old houses in this area - even on brick mansions from the civil war era.

As you came in the front door, you looked straight down the main hallway. A few feet down that hall you came to two doorways that lead into the two main downstairs rooms - one on the right and one on the left. The room on the left was grandma’s bedroom. (None of us kids were ever allowed in that room unsupervised.) The door on the right led into the parlor. This is where grandma kept an old upright player piano. I spent many a good time plinking out kid songs on that thing, but I don’t think it had seen a tuneup since the 1860’s. The parlor is where we would sometimes sit in the windowsill and watch the rain.

On the back wall of the parlor was a door that lead into another very large room that was part of a later addition. This addition was a single story with the gable end on the rear. This was the living room and was the largest room in the house. Just inside the door that connected the parlor with the living room and to the left was another doorway that faced the front of the house and opened onto a set of stairs that led to the second floor. On the left hand wall of the living room was a door that led to the screened-in side porch that I described earlier. On the back wall was yet another door that lead into the kitchen.

The kitchen was a single story “lean-to” addition that had a couple of small rooms on the left side that were a pantry and a small storage room that later became the bathroom when my uncle Hooter installed indoor plumbing for her. (Oh yes - I really did have an uncle named Hooter who was a plumber. Honest I did.) The back door to the house also led into this kitchen.

Back to the main hallway - if you continued down the hallway from the front door to its end, another door opened out directly into the end of the side porch. This porch was built into the left side of the living room and had a door that led directly into it. It had a porch swing on one end and a coal scuttle on the other. It was a great place for kids to play when the weather was inclement.

When you climbed the steps to the second floor, the stairway emptied out directly into the large room above the parlor. This was the largest of the two upstairs rooms and is the room that had the huge featherbed. From this room, there was a door that led into the other upstairs room. It was smaller, but was still big enough to be a third bedroom. However, grandma used it for storage.

Well, I’m sure this is a lot more detail than anybody cares about considering that this is a house that no longer exists. But once I started describing it in writing, my memories started flooding back and I couldn’t stop.

I miss my grandma.

It was a small house, set flat on the ground (no basement, in other words), and had been added onto at some point. Downstairs was the kitchen, livingroom, bathroom, master bedroom and another small room that Mom used as an office. Upstairs were two large rooms, one behind the other. The front one became a bedroom, the other Mom’s sewing room/craft room/storage room.

It was not a dog-trot cabin, as I understand them to be, and probably not a central hall model, either. There was a very small hallway, and it led from the kitchen to the bedrooms, with the bathroom at the end of it between the bedrooms. It also had a garage, that was probably added on at some point.