Cottage for Sale, Must Be Moved: A Woman Moves a House to Make a Home by Kate Wh

Description: Cottage for Sale, Must Be Moved by Kate Whouley One womans quirky, captivating memoir finds her transporting a vacation cottage 25 miles to attach it to her tiny house on Cape Cod, and encountering surprises, complications, and self-discoveries along the way. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description When Kate Whouley saw the classified ad for an abandoned vacation cottage, she began to dream. Transport the cottage through four Cape Cod towns. Attach it to my three-room house. Create more space for my work and life. Smart, single, and self-employed, Kate was used to fending for herself. But she wasnt prepared for half the surprises, complications, and self-discoveries of her house-moving adventure.Supported by friends and family, and egged on by Egypt, her bossy gray cat, Kate encountered a parade of town officials, a small convoy of State Police, and an eccentric band of house-movers, carpenters, and tradesmen. She found herself dancing on the edge of the gender divide–infatuated with trucks, cranes, tools, construction terms, and a dreamy mason who teaches her the history of concrete.Sketched with a deft hand and told with an open heart, Cottage for Sale is a deeply personal story that captivates, inspires, and delights. In one remarkable year, Kate moved a cottage and created a home. Once you cross the threshold, youll never want to leave. Author Biography Kate Whouley is a writer and bookstore consultant. She is the author of two books: Cottage for Sale, Must Be Moved and Remembering the Music, Forgetting the Words. Whouley lives in a house-and-cottage on Cape Cod. Review "A pitch-perfect description of both small-town life and personal anticipation . . . I loved Cottage for Sale."–ANNA QUINDLEN, Book-of-the-Month Club News"Highly entertaining." –The Wall Street Journal"Whouleys gentle memoir . . . deftly explores the themes of independence, pride of place and loss."–The New York Times "There is so much here you will want to read it twice. . . . Its one of those books in which the author has taken something personal and made it universal."–Booklist Review Quote "A pitch-perfect description of both small-town life and personal anticipation . . . I loved Cottage for Sale." ANNA QUINDLEN, Book-of-the-Month Club News "Highly entertaining." The Wall Street Journal "Whouleys gentle memoir . . . deftly explores the themes of independence, pride of place and loss." The New York Times "There is so much here you will want to read it twice. . . . Its one of those books in which the author has taken something personal and made it universal." Booklist Discussion Question for Reading Group Guide 1. The book opens with Kate admitting she is "a compulsive reader of the classifieds." She describes classified ads "as the skeletons of stories, waiting for me to invent their skin." How did this admission affect your perception of Kate? Was your initial impression confirmed, or did it change as the story unfolded? 2. Who are the Bog Boys and how did they get their name? What is their significance in Kates project, and in her life? Do you have or wish you had Bog Boys in your life? 3. At a family Christmas party, Kate stands up and states her intention to move the cottage. She thinks that stating her intentions out loud help with her resolve. Have you ever stated your intention to face a challenge in order to gather courage? Did it help you achieve success? 4. What significance does the chapter on Wish Angels have to the rest of the story? Kate states that "Wish Angels have special ways of knowing." Did the success of the cottage project hinge on a special way of knowing? Could anyone have done it with similar success? 5. Visiting the cottage colony, Kate returns to "the last little cottage in the row." After her second tour of that cottage, Kate realizes that she has "fallen deeply, irretrievably in love." Have you ever become hopelessly entranced with an inanimate object? What did it signify for you? 6. Kate could have purchased a larger cottage with extra features, but she insisted on one in particular. "I want to move a cottage with personality, with history, a cottage that has been loved." Does knowing that someone loved something make it more special? If you were offered the bigger, better option, would you take it? 7. Town Hall put Kate through her paces with paperwork, hearings, and challenges. She bought the cottage before she had permission for the project. Do you see this as risk or faith? How do faith and risk-taking contribute to our lives? 8. What little item does Kate refer to with affection and wonderment that survives the moving ordeal and remains in place after the cottage is set onto the new foundation? What are other moments of wonder in the story? Do you note these little moments in your life? 9. Could Kate have completed the cottage project as successfully without the support of her friends? What roles do friends play in your life? 10. "The man will arrive when I have room for him." Kate hopes her expanded home will help her love life. Do you believe there is some truth in this, or do you think it is just wishful thinking? 11. Ed, Kates head carpenter, says, "The main thing is to get it over here onto the foundation. Then, we build the connecting passageway, and finally we marry the houses together." How does this technical description act as a metaphor for the memoir? 12. What are some moments in the story when Kate grapples with being female? Have you ever felt limited or empowered by your gender? 13. How did you react when Kate and Bruce missed seeing the cottage in the Hyannis Airport Rotary? Did you find humor in Cottage for Sale where you least expected it? 14. What is the role of Egypt the cat in Kates life? Discuss key moments in the story involving Egypt and how those moments affect Kates perceptions of the project and herself. Have you ever had an animal who seemed to be "in charge" of your household? 15. Kate developed a series of individual relationships with the workmen on her project.Which relationships were most familiar to you? Discuss the evolution, differences, or similarities in her relationships with Ed, John, Mr. Hayden, and Vito. Whom among the workmen would you most like to meet, or have work for you? 16. Kate frets over details from the perfect shade of paint to the best blending of construction materials. Can you relate to the need for precision, or are you willing to settle for less? 17. If Kate were not as focused on making careful and harmonious combinations of color, texture, and form, would you have found the story as interesting? What are some of the most striking and memorable passages in the story that deal with sensory and tactile imagery? 18. Might the house-moving/construction project have developed differently if finances hadnt been an issue? Have you ever made major financial decisions with no room for retreat and no safety net? 19. The ability to imagine possibilities and to see a finished product where there are only ideas is a shared trait between Kate and some of the workmen. Is this a talent or a skill? Do you rely on visual, verbal, emotional, or intuitive traits to carry you through a project? What could have happened to Kates project if she had lacked vision? 20. How does sound and imagery play a part in the story? Have you ever read any passages out loud just to hear how the words sounded? 21. Certain events trigger memories within the memoir, which is itself a memory. Did the memories help you get to know or care more about Kate and her cottage project? Did Kates memories trigger memories of your own? 22. Did Cottage for Sale stir up any long-latent dreams of yours? Do you feel inspired or empowered to make different life choices as a result of reading this book? 23. Discuss the importance and significance of "home." 24. Was the ending of the memoir satisfying or do you want to know more about Kates life in the "married" cottages? Based on what you know of Kate, speculate about what happened next. 25. Would you recommend this book to other reading groups? How would you describe this books effect on you? Excerpt from Book I am a compulsive reader of the classifieds. For this reason, I do not get the daily paper. But each week, the Pennysaver arrives in my mailbox, and I cannot resist the urge to read: Wedding Gown: Priscilla of Boston, Ivory Lace. Size 8, Never Worn; Paid $2,500. Sacrifice $1,200. Imagine selling your unused wedding gown. Soon-to-be-wed women calling you, the disappointed bride-not-to-be. Worse, they come to your house, full of undimmed hope and in search of a bargain; they look critically at the gown of your dreams, decide not to buy. The classified ads, for me, are like reading stories, or maybe like reading the skeletons of stories, waiting for me to invent their skin. But my compulsion is not merely recreational. I am a dedicated finder of desired objects. Seven years ago, I bought an all-in-one washer-dryer from a woman who told me she needed a large-capacity machine to handle her husbands heavy work clothes. My stackable is still running, and I bought it for a quarter of the price Id have paid had it been new, pristine--and without a story. Through the classifieds, I found the slate to build my patio and a full-size gas stove to replace the two-burner model with the oven door that had to be tied shut. Ive located daylilies to plant on my hillside, an Adirondack-style love seat, handmade. But I dont shop only for myself. I take assignments. My mothers first computer came from the classifieds, as did her most recent fridge. Not to mention the deep blue canoe I once found for an important man in my life. A beautiful canoe, with a maple leaf embossed on the side, and shiny padded seats. Orange life vests came with it, along with varnished hardwood oars. I mention all this by way of explaining why I am reading the Pennysaver on my lunch break today, a Wednesday in early December 1999. As I scan the aptly named "Things and Stuff" listings, I am looking for nothing in particular. At least nothing to purchase. The stories today suggest simple lifestyle upgrades: a few pieces of living room furniture, a couple of TVs, a computer and a printer. "Wanted to Buy" is just as mundane. Deal-ers of antiques wondering if I have any to sell; a man willing to come to my home to buy my books. Hes always in there. I move on to a new heading, "Buildings," with a single listing: Cottages for Sale. $3,000 each. Must be moved. I imagine these cottages, all in a row. Waiting to be adopted. I wonder where they are. I dont recognize the exchange. $3,000 each. That doesnt seem like very much money for a completely assembled cottage, even a very small, completely assembled cottage. Even a very small, completely assembled summer cottage with no insulation. Must be moved. I wonder how much it costs to move a building. * *I live on cape cod in a three-room house that was built in 1950. It is a quintessential seacoast home: weathering cedar shakes, yellow shutters, summertime window boxes filled with lavender impatiens, a white picket fence out front. To reach the house, you travel a long dirt driveway and climb six brick steps, walk through the arbor and along the slate path that separates the shade and sun section of my perennial garden. Knock on the front door--there is no doorbell--or come around and rap on the glass panes of the kitchen door. I am more likely to hear you there. The house sits on a flat bit of land in a hilly landscape; the downslope from the south-facing patio leads to an ancient way, now a gravel drive for my neighbors to the rear. From the kitchen you can see past the drive to the overgrown cranberry bog, home to cardinals and catbirds, doves and quail, robins, purple finches, crows, jays, red-winged blackbirds, the itinerant warbler. Turtles occasionally climb up the hill from the wetland; I find them nosing around in the myrtle or behind the house under the holly tree. A woodchuck makes his way, regularly, slowly, low to the ground, in the opposite direction. I know where his hole is: just outside my bedroom window, on a rising hillside, overgrown with white pines, chokecherries, and wild raspberry vines. Though people are not far away, I am shielded by hills and trees from all my human neighbors. It is the birds and animals I see and hear more often. Raccoons arguing late at night; skunks small and beautiful, more white than black, moving silently on their nocturnal errands; a red fox that circles the house just before dawn. At the feeders, I host chickadees and goldfinches, titmice and nuthatches, downy woodpeckers, white-throated sparrows, pine siskins, and winter juncos. Gray squirrels make acrobatic attempts to rob the birds, but the fortress-like feeder forces them to the base for scraps, which they share with their furtive red-squirrel cousins and small striped chipmunks. The bunnies live closer to the road, preferring grasses and the apples that fall from the ancient tree. Egypt, my large gray cat, is sometimes less than hospitable to the smaller ground-dwelling animals, but all in all we live peaceably on this tiny patch of Cape Cod. As long as I have lived in my small home, I have contemplated enlarging my space. I work from home, too. File cabinets and clothing fight for space in my bedroom closet; my printer sits atop my dresser and my fax machine is on the kitchen counter. The space--any space--would be welcome. Yet when I think of adding on, I think of the disruption it would cause us all: Kate, cat, home, business, and animal bystanders. Because my house is built on a four-foot concrete block foundation, adding a second story would mean first lifting up the house to make new foundation walls. I imagine disconnected plumbing, a house on stilts, and the rumble of bulldozers terrorizing Egypts dreams. When I think of expanding into the hillside instead, I realize I cannot bear to displace the ruddy old groundhog, who sometimes suns himself in early spring at exactly eye level from my desk. Rather than adding on, I have managed, these many years, to squeeze home and business into just three rooms, to limit my possessions (or to build more bookshelves), to create space in odd places, to blur the boundaries between home and office, to keep the kitchen counters clear--to be content, if slightly crowded, in my lovely little house. * *There were shards of window glass in the backyard and spider castles in the living room when I first laid eyes on my little house, though it wasnt advertised--or priced--as a fixer-upper. Hollies abound on the wooded setting of this unique one-bedroom cottage. After months of low-budget house hunting, all the houses I hunted were looking pretty much the same. They were little ranches, situated on postage-stamp lots, treeless, and much too close to my least-favorite road on Cape Cod: Route 28. An abundance of hollies was exactly what I wanted, even if the wooded setting was starting to claim the little cottage situated between the cedar trees, even if the kitchen was last painted in 1952, even if the old wooden gutters were probably last cleaned that same year. Much to the dismay of my realtor, I made a lowball offer. After an evening of phone calls, we settled on a price that I could afford and that the owners could accept. We passed papers on a clear day in May in 1987. I spent a month of nights and weekends scrubbing walls and windows, waxing floors, and removing the cheap white paneling in the bedroom. It was slow going, and the bedroom wasnt yet ready for occupancy when the lease on my apartment ran out. I piled all my possessions in the living room and slept in front of the fireplace, my mattress the only object in the room that was allowed to lie flat. After the bedroom, I worked on the kitchen. Almost every surface--walls, cabinets, ceiling, even the refrigerator--had been painted a jaundiced beige. I began by stripping the two knotty pine walls. The unfortunate yellow was not easy to remove. On the advice of the True Value hardware man, I purchased a stripping tool, a heat gun with a blade, which came in handy when I moved on to the kitchen cabinets. The cabinets I stained cherry; the wood walls, when they were finally revealed, I left in their natural state. The rest of the kitchen I painted white, as white as possible; same in the bedroom, same on the ceilings. Nonyellowing white I bought, as white as white gets. The kitchen counter I replaced with a speckled blue laminate, saving a piece of the original: it resembled a composite of hazardous waste sealed in gleaming plastic. I replaced the peeling beige-pink linoleum with blue-gray and white vinyl after I had the fridge refinished into shiny white. Then I moved on to the sickly green bathroom. * *Nowadays, the nonyellowing whiteness is gone, replaced with saturated colors, colors that take risks. The still-bare wood in the kitchen meets warm red walls, walls the color of mulled wine. My bedroom is deep peach. The bathroom is painted an unapologetic pink. The wood floors still need refinishing, but Indian Sand Treewax--another recommendation from the True Value man--does a great job covering up the scratches and imperfections. I have lost the eagerness to do it myself, and I rely instead on Harry and Tony, two old friends who happen to be handy around the house. Our friendship predates my Cape Cod life. We met in Boston back in 1983, when we all worked at the Boston University Bookstore. Harrys a musician and Tony is working on his doctorate now; both have the flexibility for and interest in the occasional odd job that entails a Cape escape, and I am happy to have them here. Ive known these guys for seventeen years; theyve known each other for seven years beyond that. As a result, the three of us spend a great deal of time debating t Details ISBN034548018X Author Kate Whouley Short Title COTTAGE FOR SALE MUST BE MOVED Pages 336 Language English ISBN-10 034548018X ISBN-13 9780345480187 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY 690.837 Year 2005 Residence Cape Cod, MA, US Subtitle A Woman Moves a House to Make a Home DOI 10.1604/9780345480187 Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2005-04-26 NZ Release Date 2005-04-26 US Release Date 2005-04-26 UK Release Date 2005-04-26 Place of Publication New York Illustrations 1/8 PAGE B&W INSERT Publisher Random House USA Inc Publication Date 2005-04-26 Imprint Ballantine Books Inc. Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! 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