"Family tradition" or alternately titled "um what was our goal again part two"

I have no camera cord. So I have no picture for you.

Yet.

But, I will write the second part of a former post entitled "um what was our goal again"

You remember that one, right?

About the purple door?




You see, the women in my family have a longstanding tradition. It all started with my great grandmother Effie Jane.

Darling Effie had a lovely little loft in her home, for her three little ones to sleep in. However, she was rather bereft that the poor things had to climb up a ladder from the outside of the house to get to it, so she asked her sweet husband if he would put in a staircase for her. Nothing fancy, mind you. Just a safer way for her kiddos to get up and down from their sleeping quarters.

But Orion, busy farmer that he was, never had time to get to the Honey Do list project of the proposed stairway. He had plowing and cutting and baling to attend to as well as the numerous other responsibilities that plague a farm man.

One day, after Orion went out to the fields, Effie decided that she would just have to build that staircase herself.

So, she cut a hole in the ceiling for her staircase.

When Orion got home, he had to finish the project for her, and hence the tradition started.



My mother waited until my dad went out of town for a day or two, and when he returned, he was enlisted to help finish up the complete renovation of the family room. He was handed a paintbrush amidst his protestations and they finished the project a few days later.



So when Scotland went to work on Friday, I scurried off to the Home Depot to obtain my painting supplies for the front door. I chose the darkest plum purple that they had and rushed home to begin my project.

I had removed the handles and locks and applied three coats of paint before Scotland called to say he was coming home for lunch. Luckily, the door was mostly dry as I hurriedly attempted to secure the lock mechanisms before he arrived. I left the garage door open so he would come in the back way, and after eating lunch, he went to the front door to check the mailbox.

Whoa!

He was surprised, yes.

And the next day when he went down to Pocatello to help Mo with his firewood adventure, I painted the back door the same lovely color.

And when he got home that night, I asked him to reassemble the locks mechanism.

So yes, it is a family tradition.

And he is going hunting this weekend..........

So many walls and so many options......