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Senioritis -Our Elective Year


The beyond

Do you remember your senior year in high school or college? How you were so ready to start your new life? How you felt on top of the world as a senior, but also ready to make the jump into the unknown world beyond? Well, that’s what it’s beginning to feel like this year here in Colorado. We are nearing our one year countdown and the weather today is cold, rainy and cloudy.

While I can get carried away in the feelings of autumn: cooking chili, drinking hot tea (instead of cold tea), changing the sheets to flannel and lighting up the fireplace once more, I am also getting those senioritis pulls of wanting to just GO!

We are pretty much ready to move to Puerto Rico. Like completing most -but not quite all- of your credits in school, we have enough money saved up to move, but we are just saving up a bit more each month to pay for various projects (like our deck) and hopefully get a little more in rental income. All these extra and elective “credits” will better prepare us for the world that’s to come. But it’s still so hard to keep making the trek to “school” every day. What’s the point in getting invested in the outcome of something you won’t be around for in years to come?

In addition to senioritis, this “senior year” also makes for some interesting conversations in our house. For example:

“Should we start thinking about getting a new car? The Honda has almost 300,000 miles…Oh wait, Puerto Rico…On second thought, I think we can make it one more year.”

“What if Schnoodle lives another year? What are we going to do with her when we move?”

“I don’t want to get any socks ( or coats, or sweaters, or blankets) because I won’t need any in the tropics.”

“Should we take SCUBA lessons now so that we are ready when we get there?”

“How much do you know about boats?”

“I wonder if I should get my commercial pilot’s license or just a check-in with a flight instructor…I should talk with them about flying over water!”

“We should probably get together with _____, because we may never see him or her again after we move.”

For every item in the house: “Do you think we should sell our _____, give it away, bring it, or leave it as part of the rental of the house?”

How much do you think we can rent out our house for?”

“Are we missing anything on our Colorado Bucket list?”

Et cetera, et cetera.

It’s kind of a strange feeling knowing you are going to leave. A little unsettling. A little exciting. A little  “devil-may-care” attitude. In a way it sort of reminds me of talking with my dad when he knew he was going to die. Of course, we don’t know -at all!- what he was going through…but certainly he was preparing to leave the known and that made sweating all the other small stuff seem silly. And that is about as close a comparison as I can come. We are preparing to leave the known, the routine, the comfortable in exchange for an adventure in the beyond!

And like preparing to leave this world, as you can tell by our conversations, we have begun to think of all the other electives we want or need to do here before we leave. To get our affairs in order, so to speak. I remember the seniors when I was just a freshman in high school who had a “will” written up and they bequeathed their witty, ironic knowledge and funny items to the lower classmen. And in a similar way I have been thinking about all that I want to “will” to my friends and family. It’s going to be hard to leave this all, and yet, I am so excited about what’s to come!

This senior year will be fun in its own way as well. For you never really see your world until you are just about to leave it. And you never forget your senior year, senioritis and all.

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New Deck: What We Are Working For

We have completed another month and as such we are coming up with another goal that we are working for.  In previous months we’ve worked for a new  roof and to pay our taxes.  This month we decided that we would work for the funds to replace the deck on the house in Rincon.  The wood deck is original (built around 1990) and has been exposed to the elements since the place was fresh.  The wood has gotten pretty bad and is rotting out.   It is getting to the point where you really don’t want to even walk on it.


Under Deck


On Deck

You can see the condition of the deck (click to enlarge)


Cassie

The deck will be a fairly major part of living in the house and our day to day activities so it will be important to replace it.  I think I may be able to do a lot of the work myself if I can aquire the right tools (a really tall ladder).  It will be a matter of just cutting boards, and screwing them back into place.  I imagine I would simply replace what is there piece for piece. 

This is what it looked like when it was first built:


Fresh Deck

 It would be good to have a nice deck to cook food, entertain and watch sunsets from.  This is a worthy goal to work towards this month!

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Greeley Block Party

On the Friday night of the Nunn fire, Britton and I were still blissfully unaware. We didn’t find out about it until after we got home that night. We had gone out to dinner and then headed over to the 16th Street Block party. It was a lot of fun and free! They had closed down one block on 9th Ave between 15th and 16th Streets. We were there to catch the last two bands including Churchill who has a song on the radio.


Standing by the sign and the block party with stage in background


It was a cool, eerie night with the full blue moon (and people on top of houses)


Lots of people -especially college students since it was right by UNC


Churchill is a local Colorado band who headlined the block party

Here is their most famous song:


We were on the upper-end of the ages there, but we still had a fun time

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Nunn Schoolhouse Burns Down

It’s true what they say. All things come to an end. All your work in this life. All your worldly possessions. Even your house. Even a sturdy, century-old historical landmark.


The Nunn Schoolhouse ablaze in flames

Yesterday, on Blue Moon August 31, 2012 a little before 6pm  a fire started near the front porch of the old schoolhouse in Nunn, Colorado. It rapidly spread into the house through the open windows and soon engulfed the whole house in flames. In 7 minutes the volunteer fire department had arrived, but by then, it was too late. It was fully involved. Fortunately everyone in the house was rescued save for two cats who lost their lives. But all human and canine residents were accounted for.


The Nunn Schoolhouse on fire when it still had a roof

By 7:30 that evening the house was nothing but a ruin. The roof had caved in. The attic had fallen. The second floor and the staircase were reduced to ashes. The main floor reduced to a smoldering heap of soot. The triple-thick bricks fell from the top floor in a mess of black and orange-red mortar and clay.

And that is the end of the story. The end of an era. The end of a building that touched so many lives. All good things come to an end even old schoolhouses turned homes.

It may be the end of the story. But it’s not the whole story.


An old Nunn Schoolhouse and bus photo circa ??

You see this old building didn’t start out all fire and brimstone. It started out as a school. It was built in the early 1900’s and served all ages in the Nunn area for quite a while until the high school moved to what is now the town administrative building and community center/gym. From the 1960s until the about 1990 an older woman named Eva Veil lived there surrounded by thousands and thousands of books, and shoes and paintings and clothing until she was too old to take care of herself. People told us stories that she was very eccentric with long white hair. She lived in harmony with the bats in the attic and in the evenings she would sit outside at dusk while they flew from the belfry.

After Ms. Veil left, in early 1990 my parents went to an auction and bought the old dilapidated, but beautiful house (and acreage) that was filled with all sorts of strange old things from refrigerators full of blue chalk to a bed piled high with coats and literally tons of old heat radiators.  My dad wanted to buy it to tear it down for its bricks, but my mom couldn’t let him take down such a beauty of architecture. “Well, what should we do with it?” he asked and finally they decided to remodel it and make it our home. I was about 10 years old.

When we moved in, it wasn’t completely finished. I remember carrying dishes from the  kitchen upstairs to the bathtub to wash them since we hadn’t yet put in a kitchen sink! Over the next few years we continued to work on the house until it was the true beauty it had been hiding all along. People always asked us if it was haunted, but we never really felt spooked except in that attic and in the unfinished basement where many of those books from the 1800s ended up.


During its glory days as our house -The Davis Schoolhouse 553 2nd St

There are so many memories there. Birthday parties, Halloween costume parties, graduation parties, Christmas and white elephant parties. Britton picked me up there to go on our very first date. And of course that was the place of our wedding reception.


On our wedding day at the Nunn Schoolhouse

But we should not forget all those daily smaller memories. I could tell you stories in each room of that house. Breakfasts in the kitchen that my dad would cook on the weekends. Watching TV in my parents’ huge bedroom.  Slumber parties in the living room with sleeping bags strewn about. It was our home through and through. And yet it was also a piece of history to the community as well. People would often stop by and ask for a tour reminiscing about what it once looked like when they went there to school.


A Thanksgiving in the kitchen hearth area of the house


Celebrating my graduation from UNC at our house

Dad never stopped working on making that house more and more beautiful. From the original schoolhouse he and my mom along with a team of contractors:

cleaned it out
gutted rooms like the locker rooms
designed it
framed and finished the walls
added crown moulding
filled in a window space
made our kitchen and bathrooms with custom cabinets and features
added an upper and lower front deck
added a fireplace
added a three-car garage with a mud room
put in all new windows
installed a new roof
completely redid the plumbing and electrical to modern code
installed a sprinkler system, yard and trees

-and later-

added a huge side deck made of flagstone
added a pump house for the well
built a huge brick wall
added a flag pole


Entryway and staircase with refinished oak wood floors and chandelier

So you can understand how I have a sentimental attachment to this house that is not just any ordinary house. In 2003 I had moved out to live with Britton in Greeley. We both often visited my parents and brother and looked forward to Dad’s famous BBQ and breakfasts. And it wasn’t until shortly after my dad was diagnosed with cancer in 2007 that they lost the house because they could no longer afford to pay for it with all the medical bills coming in.

It was a sad day when we auctioned off most of the contents of the house and they finally moved away. Soon enough a new family, the current owners, moved in. But deep in my heart, this house with all this hard work would always be tied forever to us, and especially with Dad. So many things in the property had his mark forever on them. And that gave me a sense of comfort. Something as big and strong as Dad. That would last for another 100 years +.

So when I saw a strange photograph on Facebook of a building burning it took my eyes a few double takes to register that this was my old house! This was the Nunn Schoolhouse. My home in my heart.

When we heard what happened we decided to take a drive out this morning to see the damage. It was still smoking and the entire upper west wall of which had once been my parents’ room was completely gone. It had transformed from a magnificent schoolhouse mansion into an ancient charred ruin. What we saw shocked and burned me to the core. It is the death of a family member.


Someone called it “The Saddest Day in Nunn’s History”


They managed to save the garage (with Mom in front)


The entire upper west wall and part of the roof of the pump house -gone

Like a death, it really does just make you cherish your memories and realize that the time we have with anyone, and anything!, is definitely finite. I am so happy to have been a big part of the story of this old house, but I also feel like I have lost a friend or family member. It will never again be the same. I hope the family that lived there is able to heal and rebuild their lives and home. But never will we have a chance to walk up those stairs to my old bedroom or feel the walls that Jack (my dad) built.  It is gone forever, but it will live always in my heart and in the hearts of all it touched.

**A special thanks to Nick Jensen for some of the earlier photos of the house while ablaze.**

 

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