This week, I’m doing another installment of “If These Walls Could Talk.” Take a look at this little house. What is its history? What stories of laughter, joy, romance, even sadness or sorrow, have soaked into its walls along with the salt spray?
It sits, quite alone, on a rather isolated stretch of shore. In addition, the water is at some distance behind the house. The structure is nowhere near the beach or shoreline, where one might expect it to be located. This makes me wonder how someone chose this exact spot for it. What made someone stop in the midst of the tall sea grasses and say, “Right here. This is where I will build my house.”?
Also, this isn’t a very big house. I suspect it was pared down to be quite utilitarian inside, much like the outside. I noticed the roof has a slant to protect the house from the winds coming in off the water. The shingle siding I would guess was probably a common, available, practical option when the house was constructed.
However, to me, the most striking thing about this photo is the large American flag flying on a jury-rigged pole next to the house. For one thing, it provides the only spot of color next to the weathered house and dry grasses. But it also announces to anyone who might wander into its general vicinity that the owner of this humble little home is a proud American.
I suspect this little house has many stories it could tell. Over the years and through the storms, it has saved them all up, waiting for someone to ask. Indeed, it is quite easy to let my writer’s imagination start spinning my own versions of the stories this little beach house could tell, if these walls could talk. What stories do you think it would tell?
I write historical fiction, and I invite you to share the journey to published author with me.