My public open house at 216 Meadow Lane was quite the success today with people coming and going the entire two hours. Everyone was surprised by the size of the rooms as well as the fantastic views of Cheslea Creek’s lagoon. One couple asked if there’d ever been any flooding in the homes in that block and I told them not in that one, but on the other side of the bridge was another story. During the 500 year flood of 2008, the homes south of the bridge got pounded while those on the north side had minimal to no water damage. If it were possible, I would’ve scheduled the open house a few hours later so that potential buyers could experience the full effect of the sun entering the westerly facing windows. I told more than one how in my many years of viewing homes, 216 Meadow Lane gave me a jaw drop when seeing it for the first time. Believe me, that’s quite an accomplishment for one of the most structurally jaded agents in Mason City. I only wish that home was on the market when my mother decided to move off the farm because it would have been a more perfect fit for her while enjoying her golden years and creating far more pleasant memories on that “Golden Lagoon”. I think it would be befitting if the residents of that area would officially have that lagoon named “Golden Lagoon”. I know many of the “laker’s” won’t like hearing me say this, but I’d much prefer living on moving waters rather than lakes or ponds. There’s some primitive area of the minds of humans that draws us to moving waters.
I know I’ve mentioned this before when talking about 718 E. State before it sold. Living near natural flowing waters gives the sub-conscious a sense of safety and wholeness. Flowing waters in primitive times offered food, water, and safety from dangers lurking in the thickets. Believe it or not, there are places near naturally flowing waters in our area where American Indian artifacts have been found. Most don’t know that when looking for artifacts where two naturally flowing bodies of water meet, are the places one will likely find them. The American Indians found fishing the best at the confluence of two rivers or streams. Again, it was all about food, shelter and safety. There’ve been many buyers over the years who’ve insisted on living on the water’s edge in spite of the dangers most have regarding flooding and safety. After listening to their reasons, I’d come to the conclusion them to be the ones who were more attuned to the beauties as well as powers of Nature. It wasn’t too long ago when showing a buyer a property and seeing the look in the buyer’s eyes when viewing a nearby body of water and instinctively “knowing” it was the one. At the closing table I said, “I knew you were going to buy it when I showed it to you for the first time.” The buyer said, “What was your first clue.” I smiled and said, “I could see it in your eyes.” No matter how hard we try to mask our true wants and desires, it always shows in our eyes. Some have said our eyes are the light of our bodies, but I’d rather consider them in the opinion of others to be windows to our souls. Once while walking along what was possibly an ancient dry riverbed I found what I thought be the most curious of rocks. After investigating further, I discovered it to be what some experts would likely consider a cone and made by an American Indian. I was glad I found it and continue to cherish it with fond memories.
