Thanks Brian (and others).
We have contacted the realators in the area to work up
some properties (land/lots) for us to see... we will fly to the big D in Oct and drive over to ck. em out.
Wanna tie up the land parcel as the first phase.
Plan to build ... our youngest is a master carp. (and more) both commercial and res. so he is up to building his momma what ever she wants including the tudor guest house in back for him and his hound dogs (Boudin and Graton hee hee)which we have adopted since he is all over the country though based out of Dallas.
You're right about the existing Vic's as there seems to be a gob of B&B's in that town. ahhhh nice porches for squeezing, That's the thing about victorians for what I'm talk'n about.
Another life change (perhaps) in a world of evolving ideals, sometimes it means going home in some odd way with no fear...as long as it is closer to family, and, it is.
...and if ya find yo'self with some lagniappe idle time in da Big D, let me know Nonc. I'll meet'cha for a shake and a squeeze! Yuh got a fan here! (Might as well catch me here before I move off to Lake Charles at some point down da road!)
Yer accordion in arms,
If you do, let me know, I'll come be the audience/beer fetcher.
Forgot to mention, Natchitoches is about 2 1/2 hours from my usual destination just au norde de Mamou.
You're in the loop, mon ami de Texas!
What a riotous triumvirate we would be!
You know there's always the deep shady veranda all around, high ceilings, and 2-foot thick walls of bousillage to consider...
That's interesting about that bousillage insulation thing.
I recall going to the barbershop in my Pops home town when I was a boy (young smart eleky teen type that I was). This old barber was pushing about 95 on the life meter and was still clipping hair! Same barber all those years from when Pop was kid. Naturally, Pop got a hair cut from him, with me watching every move of that barbers hand (never saw anyone that old cut hair). That hand wabbled like he was in a siesmic San Francisco earth quake; some old timer palsy type'a thing that could put a dandy vibrato on and accordion (if he played that is).
When it came time to lather Pop up and trim around the ears with a straight razor... I sat there and wondered how in gods earth, I was gonna explain my dad having no ears.
Bottom line: That old barber (so he said), had swept up hair all those years and filled his walls with it as insulation. A lice could think he died and went to heaven if he ever got in that mess.
So Anyhow: Pop got nicked a good one by that Barber... When he was done, he asked if I wanted to jump up in the chair and get trimmed up... There was'nt time for that man to ask me twice! I found the coming and going door to that joint faster than you know who could get the news... Back at the car, Pop says 'what the heck got hold of you son' "Well, your old and tough Pop, and I am young and tender, I figured if that old shakey barber could cut through your hide, I would'nt stand a chance getting out'a there without some kind'a major damage!"
We laughed a good one and went bass fishing in Sager creek the rest of the day... No scars on me from that true episode.
Hair and mud... insulation.. hummmm I suppose.