History of My Home

Our home was built in 1904. I wouldn’t be born for over eighty years. I’ve wish I could see a time-lapse of my home through its lifespan of over a hundred year. Much of the home’s history remains a mystery.

The house currently sits on a lot in our city. It didn’t start out there. It started its existence out 50 miles northwest in a small town called Snowville. Snowville is a small town with a population under 200. The town started in 1870’s. Thirty years later, my house was built.


Not our home, but similar from the same time period and era

There is very little history about this home for the next fifty years. It probably remained a simple home for rugged families. One man decided it was worth something. He decided to move the little wood house fifty miles southeast. Most people thought he was a bit crazy.

The house landed on a lot in the middle of our city. It gained a new addition and basement, more than doubling in size. The house moved at the same time brick-faced cookie cutter homes were constructed for the growing families of the baby boomers. This house was quite a bit different.

The house became home to the Sederholm family. They lived there from the time they were young parents until their deaths. I have pulled coloring book and long forgotten school notebooks from their children and grandchildren in long forgotten hiding places. They lived here with red kitchens, layers of green paint and floral wallpaper.

Vegetables and fruit trees filled the garden, with an old weeping willow tree on the south side of the house. They planted evergreens that slowly started to grow. As the trees aged, so did the people inside.

Eventually, the kids moved out. Mr. Sederholm died, followed a few years later by his wife. The house had aged. It needed love, but luckily, someone was around willing to love it.


A relative to the Sederholms bought it. The house started to get a facelift. Old shrubs were torn out. The old willow tree, that had long since started dying, was removed. The peach trees had died off, and much of the yard remained untouched and unused.

The inside started to get new sheetrock over the old lath and plaster. Torn up carpet was upgraded to new flooring. One big wall was open up to make way for a new dining room in place of a small, awkward bedroom. It became a family home with little kids running around again, and new babies sleeping in cribs.


This family did not grow old in the home. Seven years after the house was purchased, it was up for sale again.

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