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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: Family
- Published: 10/20/2021
Their First Home
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Morgan carried his newlywed bride across the threshold of their home. The men of the sawmill had all contributed to the construction and furnishing of the one-room cabin. The ladies of the sawmill community had worked diligently for days to ensure the home had every comfort their skills could provide.
When Morgan sat her down, Lilly set her feet on new rugs and new hardwood floors. The windows were covered in beautiful white shadow lace. Her furniture was as comfortable as any she had ever sat on. She had coal oil lamps with decorations etched in the glass globes. The lamps looked unused.
In the kitchen, she saw cupboards filled with canned fruits, vegetables, jams, and jellies. There was an area above the wood-burning stove filled with pots and pans, everything she could imagine needing to cook Morgan and her meals or to bake their bread. Pies and cakes were extremely possible. Lilly continued exploring her new home with the curiosity and enthusiasm of a child on Christmas morning. She discovered the china cabinet. As she opened the door, dishes upon dishes met her eye. She saw nice cups, nice plates, and nice saucers. She had serving dishes and everything was beautiful.
Her papa had crafted four barrels for her kitchen. She had storage for rice, flour, meal, and sugar or molasses. The barrels were stocked with enough to see her husband and her through the first year of marriage.
The bed was beautiful. Lilly couldn’t remember having ever seen a bed so big. She was sure she had never slept in a bed like that in her lifetime. The canopy above the bed was lace. The four huge wooden posts were draped in lace. Lilly could not have imagined a bed with drapes or curtains yet, there it was before her eyes. In her imagination, Lilly thought this must be a queen or a princess’s bed. The sheets, the pillowcases, everything was snowy white trimmed in lace. She hated to look beneath the sheets, but curiosity compelled her to inspect the pillows and mattress, both were feathers, the softest down bedding anyone could ask for. She had blankets. Someone traded something valuable for those blankets. She had quilts and a comforter. She and Morgan would be warm even on the coldest night.
Outside the cabin, the men had constructed a barn and a smokehouse just for Morgan and her. Just outside the back door, there were three huge rain barrels. Her Papa had crafted those barrels. She would know his work anywhere. A few feet beyond the barn was a well. Lilly could not help herself, the thought sprang from her head into her mouth and out before she could stop herself. “ My own, well. No more trips to the community. Well.
Who was Morgan? What sort of man had she married that others would do this for him and her?
Morgan took Lilly’s hand and led her to a storm cellar. This is your safe place whenever you’re frightened of the weather or the surrounding events. Lilly, no matter where I am or what I'm doing, if you send for me I'll come straight home.
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