As some of you may know, LG and I bought a house last spring.  But not just any house. A two family house that my Great Grandparents bought in 1917.  My Grandmother was raised in the house along with her two mischievous older brothers.   Leaving the state shortly with her army husband, she wasn’t away from the house for long.  She moved back in with my Grandfather. My father and uncle were also raised in the house while their grandparents, the original owners, lived downstairs.  When my Grandmother passed away in 1999, my Grandfather stayed in the house, refusing to leave.  I was living in Paris in 2006 when my Grandfather passed away.  I had intended on staying in Europe after my photography studies were complete. However, the draw to be back with family, and this house were too strong.

Have you noticed that when you move, you find it’s a great time to go through all of your stuff and consolidate? You get rid of broken, duplicate and unwanted or unnecessary items.   What happens when you don’t move for 90+ years? Three generations later – behold: my attic and basement. They are bulging at their respective seams with *stuff* others may have thrown or given away years ago.  This is both a huge burden and a huge blessing.  Having spent some significant time in the attic trying to sort and organize, it has felt more like a burden lately.  However, we have made use of many of the items in the house that most would have gotten rid of: dining room table, chairs, antique dressers and mirrors, the door to my Great Uncle Roy’s dark room (what can I say, photography runs in the family!) is now my desk that I sit at as I type.  And that is a beautiful thing.

SO! What has prompted all of this? I was searching around the scary dark eaves to the attic and came upon an amazing surprise: a PRAM! Let’s refer to Google’s definition: “baby buggy: a small vehicle with four wheels in which a baby or child is pushed around.”  A baby buggy! It’s a perfect photo prop and I love that it was used by someone I love.  I’m not sure who’s it was or who was in it. I’m assuming it was not for play, but there was a doll in it. Let’s be honest, the entire experience of finding an old pram in the deep dark crevices of your attic wouldn’t be complete without finding a headless doll inside to scare the bejesus out of you.

I will be sorting through old family photos to see if I can catch a glimpse of it somewhere along the way.

I have dusted it off and taken some quick photos of it. Of course there’s a cat in it. There always is.

:: Monsieur L’Orange in the Pram ::

:: It is navy blue, and wicker ::

The back, or front. Not sure. I think there may have been another piece here judging by a quick Google search.