Mrs. Hill was our neighbor for a few years when Miles was very young. She lived in the big house next door, alone. Her husband built the house we lived in. He was a painter. When we first bought the house and prepared to move in, I swept the empty bedroom floor and talked to him. I was in the house alone and I told him I was grateful for the home that we were now living in. I was preparing to paint the room and I wanted him to know I like to paint and that I was going to do an excellent job. We picked a lovely green.
I used to cut the grass on the steep hill. Miles and his friends ran around in the yard and played on the big rock in the corner of the little flat part. We played ball there and played in the sandbox. We put up a fence because Owen would wander wherever and we did not want him to get too far.
The house is abandoned now. So is Mrs. Hill’s house. They have been empty for several years for some reason. They are overgrown with weeds.