Quite a lot has happened in my life since my last post.
I sold my house in Webster, N.C. and moved to Eureka Springs, Arkansas.
I’ve never lived here before — well, never more than a few days at a time — but I have long wanted to.
It’s the place where Angi and I became engaged; where we brought our kids for long weekends away from Little Rock; where this little cottage that is now my home was built in 1882 by the ninth governor of Arkansas, Powell Clayton (along with several others, the Crescent Hotel and the Eureka Springs Railway). And where it has been for sale for about three years and three realtors.
But no more.
I’ve bought it and am making it my home as I unpack all my boxes.
Angi and I talked about retiring here. I don’t know if we would have or not, but I hope to. Not yet, of course; I’m still working via web for Western Carolina University … writing and posting news articles to the university’s news website and putting together the weekly newsletter to faculty and staff, The Reporter.
I’ve been coming to Eureka Springs for weekend and holiday retreats for about 30 years now — I can still remember my first trip, riding the steam train and walking a couple of trails on an inexpensive trail map I bought at a bookstore.
I probably missed seeing my house (panorama of it currently featured in the blog header) the first time on that trip … I think I took the stair-step trail by Crescent Spring on up to the Crescent Hotel, and bypassed it. But I saw it many, many times thereafter on the countless trolleybus rides that our family took together. Laura and Matthew, even when little, loved to ride the trolleybuses.
Now they pass in front of my house, on the average of every twenty minutes on the weekend. Except when some idiot with Four Men and Two Trucks is trying to move in on a two-festival Saturday and causes a traffic jam along with a trolleybus and a guided-tour tram.
Eventually, a cooler head in the silver truck behind the tram un-logjammed everything by turning left in front of me, freeing up the Two Trucks full of my possessions behind me to move forward so that the tram beside us could move, too.
But no one really lost their cool, because Eureka Springs is just that sort of place — even when it’s hot and sweltery outside, people are there to chill out. And for the most part, they do.
And that, perhaps more than anything else, is why it feels like home.
One thought on “Home to a Place I’ve Been Before”
Keithers, I’m truly overjoyed for your sake! God is so faithful. How wonderful to get to live in this place that holds so many cherished memories of Angi! Love, Bron
*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* *God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars. ~ Martin Luther*
On Fri, Sep 16, 2016 at 9:16 PM, Blog In My Own Eye wrote:
> Keith Brenton posted: “Quite a lot has happened in my life since my last > post. I sold my house in Webster, N.C. and moved to Eureka Springs, > Arkansas. I’ve never lived here before — well, never more than a few days > at a time — but I have long wanted to. It’s the place wher” >