Making food, taking care of the cats and our little Goonies, and getting ready for our BIG MOVE.
***YES, WE'RE MOVING AGAIN!!!***
By February we knew that house shopping in Astoria was its own challenge.
There's just not that many houses for sale here! It's a little town, and depending on your purchase power, you quickly find your bracket of Affordable Homes.
And we definitely found ours.
As much as we would love to buy some property in the Lewis & Clark Valley and build a super-fancy dream home on it, that was sadly not in the cards ... yet. (Never say never.) But what we did find after many late-night sessions on Realtor.com was a lovely yellow cottage on a quiet dead-end street, which we are terribly excited about. I named it the Buttercup Cottage and we began planning -- who would get which room, where would the cat trees go, how soon could we doll up the front porch, how soon could we build a rockin' sun room on the back instead of the shed-thing that's back there... what would we plant first to go with the roses and forsythia already there.... what we would name our chickens....
(A little strangeness -- my favorite houses have always been yellow ones with white trim. We moved back to Astoria in 2015 and into a yellow rental house with white trim that everyone knows, and now we're buying a yellow house with white trim that apparently everyone also knows! Astoria is just that dang small!)
When I posted a photo of the house on my Goonies page, a woman named Julie basically said, "OMG I grew up behind there! I was going to buy it, but it wouldn't fit my family! But my brother lives on one side, and my sister lives on the other!" (I was excited too! Tons of exclamation points were used!) Julie told me about the woman who lived there when she was little: a woman by the name of Dagmar Larson. Dagmar lived there her whole life until she passed away. Julie said she'd go to Dagmar's in the mornings so her mom could sleep in a bit after a late-night work shift, and she remembers how Dagmar gave her cookies and tangerines, and how her house was always perfect in every way.
So I knew I had to change the house's name:
When our rental agency brought the next family over who will be moving into our current rental house, THAT woman ALSO grew up on that street! AND SHE KNEW DAGMAR TOO. It's all just really too freaky, and so very Astoria.
I began looking into Dagmar's history and through my helpful internet friends, I discovered she and James are buried here in Astoria in the Greenwood Cemetery, and so the girls and I took flowers to her grave this past Sunday. There were already some pink and white roses there (as we saw on the day my husband and I found her grave), and so we added orange roses, white frillies of some kind, and forsythia.
The cemetery was full of gravestones for young people... 13, 18, a wife of 23. The 1800s played a big part in shaping the world, just by whom those years took out of the game early.
So... I'll be checking in again, with news about the move and transformation of Dagmar's Buttercup Cottage and I'll jump back into sharing stories of living in Astoria. Hopefully before the end-of-the-school-year projects start kicking our butts. Again.