Encumbrance

Posted by on May 1, 2018 in Uncategorized | 4 Comments

(Teamed up with a guest author, Lisa Novak for this post. Hoping her writing can be a regular feature.)

Julian Realty was established in 1946, and I wasn’t established until 1994. Twenty-four is young, but I hide behind that date on the office window that’s freshly painted and then rubbed at just to make it look old. Seventy-two years of real estate is a lot out here in Julian, a small town that prides itself on apple pie and nostalgia. The Harold family, my family, has owned it from the beginning, passing it from father to son and down again.

“Folks come by to peruse the listings on the bulletin board out front. I can hear them through the single-pane window, and they all say about the same thing.

” “Wouldn’t it be nice to move to the country for a simpler life?”

“If I didn’t live here myself, I’d reckon they’d be right. When you live in the country, sometimes simple means you don’t get a choice. I never wanted to work real estate. My father sits on our front porch all day, just like the ones in the listings out front. He empties bottle after bottle, and I keep up the business. Sometimes simple can suffocate you, even with wide open spaces and fresh country air.”

4 Comments

  1. Pamela Shea
    May 1, 2018

    Lovely! History and the personal touch add much to your photography, Bill. I am sending this to my sister who lives “a long stone’s throw” down the hill from Julian; she will love it too!

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  2. Sharon R
    May 1, 2018

    Very enjoyable!!

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  3. bill marshall
    May 1, 2018

    well, being an old guy who retired from the former Bell System, that pay phone is just about as nostalgic as the realty! I truly thought they were all gone! someone, somewhere has to collect those coins, still; their wage is more than that phone can generate in revenue! Oh well, somethings are worth more than their impact on the bottom line. Cool photo, makes me feel old, though.

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  4. Lynda
    May 4, 2018

    Lovely Julian and love their apple pies! That pay phone on the wall? Well, according to my 8-year-old grandson Jack, is an old cellphone. The phonebook hanging next to it? “Instructions on how to use the old cellphone”. Gotta love our youth!

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