My Little Town Tuesday: When a Man's Home Really Is His Castle

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This castle is located in the heart of My Little Town.

What makes it so interesting?

This is the next-door-neighbor to the left.

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And this is the next-door-neighbor to the right.

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The owners, who live in the middlest of middle America, dreamed of owning a castle. And so they began converting their unassuming ranch home into a citadel. Over time, they covered the exterior of their house with stone, added on a turret here and there and replaced their front door with something that looks a lot like a portcullis.

All they're missing is the moat.

It makes me think of that poem by E.A. Robinson:


Miniver Cheevy

Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;
He wept that he was ever born,
And he had reasons.

Miniver loved the days of old
When swords were bright and steeds were prancing;
The vision of a warrior bold
Would set him dancing.

Miniver sighed for what was not,
And dreamed, and rested from his labors;
He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,
And Priam's neighbors.

Minever mourned the ripe renown
That made so many a name so fragrant;
He mourned Romance, now on the town,
And Art, a vagrant.

Minever loved the Medici,
Albeit he had never seen one;
He would have sinned incessantly
Could he have been one.

Miniver cursed the commonplace
And eyed a khaki suit with loathing;
He missed the mediæval grace
Of iron clothing.

Miniver scorned the gold he sought,
But sore annoyed was he without it;
Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,
And thought about it.

Miniver Cheevy, born too late,
Scratched his head and kept on thinking;
Miniver coughed, and called it fate,
And kept on drinking.

But they went after their dream and made it happen.

How cool is that?

(PS - I know it's not Tuesday. I hit the Publish button by mistake and decided to just leave it. Have a great week!)