A few months ago, my future in-laws, Isaac’s family, had to leave the home they had resided in for the past 30 years. They have spent 30 birthdays, 30 Christmases, 30 Thanksgiving’s, and approximately 10,957 days in their home on Reynolda Rd. In their final months living in the home, my heart grew heavier with each box packed. I have only known this family & this home for four years, but it became a home to me too the first time I stepped inside .
The Reynolda House is made up of squeaking floorboards, old fashioned door locks, and windows that let in cold air in the winter time. Being an old farm house, the layout is clearly not modern. The only shower is on the main floor just outside the dining room. I will always think of the Reynolda house fondly. It was the place I stayed when Isaac and I were long-distance and I came to visit for a few days. It was the safe haven when we were snowed in for 3 days. It was where I napped, ate, and opened presents for the past 3 Christmases.
If saying “goodbye” to the Reynolda house was emotional for me, I can only imagine how the Perry family must feel! 30 years in the same home! To me (Miss I can’t live in the same place for more than a year), that is hard to comprehend. It was a bittersweet farewell for sure.
I had the honor and opportunity to photograph the old house. The Perry kids and I surprised their parents with a photo book so they can look at the home for the next 5, 10, 15 years and remember their time spent there. There are over 200 photos, but these are some of my favorites.