The Pond House

This page – once it is truly rolling – will be about my glorious homestead in Cecil County, Maryland – aka Ceciltucky.

As you can tell, I’m not terribly keen on the area.  I’m a transplant to the lands South of the Mason-Dixon line.  I was born in Philadelphia (Philly to the locals) and came to this region after chasing a job, a girl, and the hopes/dreams of a better life.  That was back in 1998 and in a totally different county/city then where I am now.

I reside in Cecil for a plethora of reasons but I’ll give you two – money and a girl. (are you noticing a negative trend here?…well why the hell didn’t you tell me?!?!)

My home is a unique and drafty 1949 split level, architect original home in “The Heights”.  It is lovingly donned The Pond House as it was rumored to have once been the location of the neighborhood ice skating pond back in nineteen aught something. This I do not disbelieve, as shortly after signing the deed to my home and the 30 year fixed mortgage, the damn thing flooded! Not from rising waters…on no – from rain and ground water! I have since learned the necessity to have a long-time battery if not generator for my MULTIPLE sump pumps.

My home is equipped with these, 3 staircases (5 if you count the two off the mudroom), a slew of single pane glass windows, some plastic trying-to-pretend-to-be-single-pane-glass windows, 3 bedrooms, 1.5 baths, 4 sump pumps, a mudroom, a lower living room with a wood burning stove (that does not heat my house oddly enough), an upper living room with a gorgeous window loving called “the fish bowl”, a beautiful kitchen containing a dead dishwasher that will soon be on the streets to make room for my pull out trash/recycling drawers with upper pull out bins for the dog and cat’s food!

The yard is jinormous! Well – its big compared to the 12×12 cement yard I had in Philly growing up.  We proudly own 1/2 an acre with about 9 or 10 trees, 1 gazebo and 1 shed. + my gorgeous red canoe named Rouge Pamplemousse or Ruby for short.  Now don’t worry…we won’t be speaking any other language than the American’s English …well sorta.

And that is The Pond House