“I like this one!” Liza said.
“Really?” Dylan asked. “The colonial houses are cool, but this…?”
“The Jazz Age, my favorite.”
Liza turned, drinking in the restored house. It was so familiar.
An old photo on the wall showed the house as it was on November 4, 1919. She had been there!
But that was impossible.
As she glanced around, irrational thoughts crossed her mind. “That table fits, but it isn’t the table,” or “That’s not right!”
She stepped out of the house. It was no longer summer. Edward drove up in his brand new 1920 Ford. She was home.
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I was thinking Strawbery Banke in Portsmouth, NH. It is an old residential section turned into a museum. It has homes restored to look like different eras from the 1690s to the 1950s. One house had all of the periods represented as it had been lived in continuously for over 250 years. So this house that Liza liked was restored to 1919, but Dylan liked the houses from 1695 better….