Sacred Musings, by Rosemary Leach

Sacred Musings, by Rosemary Leach

Soon after we purchased our first house, we enthusiastically set about ripping out anything we disliked. The house was ancient and sat on the sidewalk. A tiny room, for a washing machine connected the kitchen with the living room. Particularly abhorrent to me was a peach-coloured paneling intended to imitate tile. We had a crowbar and a mostly empty barn which was optimal for stripping the house. The house had two kitchens, side by side, presuma…