Spoon Cottage is my home – named by the previous owners, who discovered spoons when they tore down the walls to the posts and beams. They left me one of the spoons tucked in a mortise. The earlier owners repointed the bricks that made up the interior walls of the first floor. The house was built in 1860 or thereabouts and was one of four fishing cottages in Cheviot. Mine may be the only one still standing. Two that were further down the lane from mine have been torn down, and the woman who lives on the other side of me is researching the history of her cottage – which does not reflect the style that was common to the time mine was constructed.
I was sitting on the back deck one afternoon looking across the tracks and the river and the sun came up over the roof of the cottage and shone down on me. That’s when I discovered the spoonbeams.
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