A Season of Stuff: Peace to all who enter here

A Season of Stuff is a writing challenge that I will be doing for the length of Spring 2016.  The plan – to pick some object from within my personal possessions each day and write about it – its history, its significance, etc.  Come on in – check out my stuff.


In January 2004, Emma and I began looking for a house to buy.  She lived in Bloomfield at the time and that was the primary neighborhood we were looking at for houses.  We had looked at a handful of no-gos and then at one point in late January/early February we got the address of another house for sale that was just a few blocks away from where Emma was living.  It was already dark out but we decided to go snoop around.

I remember looking at the house from the street and thinking “Ok.”  And then I remember we walked down the little walkway between the house and the next house over (it was detached, if only by a couple feet!  A major plus in our book), looking into the backyard (there was a backyard!  and a sizable one at that) and thinking more and more “Yeah, oh yeah!”

So we called up our realtor and arranged a house tour.  When we got there the day of the tour we took a look at the front door in the daylight and noticed this door knocker hanging there and said “Yes.  This is a sign. This will be our house.”   The sentiment and the design of the knocker were just hippy-dippy enough to speak to our worldview.  Luckily once we passed through the door, the rest of the house spoke to us as well and a couple months later the house would be ours!

We’ve done a lot of work on the house over the last 12 years including replacing the front door just a couple years back.  We opted to not put the knocker back on the new front door but we knew that we wanted to keep it around the house.  Our plan was to hang it up somewhere, but like so many plans (like the house numbers we bought that sat around for about 8 years before we actually hung them up), this has not been fulfilled.  The knocker has sat among a variety of other “stuff” hanging out on the mantel in the front room awaiting its trip to a final destination.

Luckily the knocker was indeed prophetic.  Our house has largely been a place of peace for us as well as our friends and family.  And even more luckily, removing the knocker from the front door has not caused chaos to rain down upon us.  Knock on wood.


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