We had our first frost warning of the season last night. That means I better get on the ball with this.
After our time in Clinton with Kevin’s dad’s side of the family, we drove up to Currituck to spend time with his mom’s. Along the way, we drove through a small historic town, whose name escapes me. What I do remember is that there was a very old factory on the north side of the town with these enormous windows that is being converted into apartments. I would have loved to see what the inside of those things looked like.
This is not the factory.
Someone fetch me my hoop skirt.
There was a huge restoration project going on at this house, but I do not recall seeing the shirtless worker whenever I took the photo.
Seriously, somebody may need to get the smelling salts. We’re not in Kansas anymore. Not that I know much about Kansas or styles of architecture common to the area. While I’ve lived in Oklahoma my entire life and visited many states, I first stepped foot in Kansas just a little over a year ago. For a day. Once.
Lots of different styles represented in this town.
After a long day of driving (the first day of a full THREE that I would have absolutely no cell service whatsoever), we arrived at Pop-Pop’s house. The next few days were busy ones and I’ll cover those in the next installment. For now, I’ll leave you with Pop-Pop’s back yard.