In North Lewisburg, on Sycamore Street, just a block north of the community's "Main Street" - which in this case is actually Maple Street - is the home of Mike and Peggy Chamberlain. This old house is the first framed home ever built in the community, and dates back to 1839 when it was constructed by Gray Gary, one of the town's original settlers.
The two-story house, now asbestos-shingled, has had various add-ons completed over the years which expanded the size of the home. In the course of its nearly-160 years, the old house has been mute witness to the many comings and goings of traffic along Sycamore Street. Where once horse-drawn buggies rolled along the byway, modern 18-wheelers now carry much-needed supplies and finished products to and from the Honda automobile plant just across the line in Union County.
Friday and Saturday nights in the not-too-distant-past were a flurry of activity along this street as the area's families met "downtown" to complete the week's shopping, or to deliver the farmers' eggs, milk, and butter to awaiting customers. The street festivals were regular events as people gathered to celebrate one particular holiday or another with food, games, and conversations.
The house bore witness to the old steam locomotives and more modern diesel engines which once carried passengers and freight to and from the community. The old railroad bed sits just north of the house, the rails long ago pulled up to be melted down for recycling, and the old creosoted ties now visible throughout the community, likewise recycled into raised flower beds and garden retainers.
Spain Creek meanders just a few feet farther north, as it has for countless years. The house has seen the creek as a mere trickle of water over the years, with occasional bursts of power and authority as torrents of flood waters spilled over the banks to saturate the landscape.
Generations of people have called the house "home" over the course of its history. If the walls could talk, they would be a boundless source of information about the human activity which they have witnessed...the laughter and tears, the joys and sorrows, the sicknesses, the deaths, and all of the other events which make up human lives.
Yet, the old house sits mutely awaiting what is next in the grand scheme of things.