The Roanoker September/October 2017 - 48
THE ROANOKER HOMES 2017
Four Virginia Locations:
Roanoke 540-982-1095 * Christiansburg
Rocky Mount 540-483-5208 * Bedford 540-586-1520
7/20/17 4:54 PM
48 | SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER 2017
1945 Valley View Blvd.
4235 Electric Rd. SW
upstairs, Shallette, retreated to her room
thinking it was my parents and not wanting to intrude.
"Maybe, maybe my husband can come
take a look at the house?" the woman continued as she motioned towards the car
idling in our driveway. "We just want to
see what it looks like now."
Her husband spoke more clearly and
explained to us in the foyer that they had
owned the home prior to the last owner. He
walked us through the house and explained
the renovations they had done themselves,
like the deck on the back, and the skylights
in the kitchen and bathroom. He then answered some of our looming questions, like
the massive hole in the cement foundation
now covered with a metal plate. "That was
the A.C. unit - one of the first of its kind
in Roanoke to be able to cool a home from
one central location."
An hour and a half later, we waved
goodbye and thanked the former owners
for stopping in and essentially, giving us a
tour of our home. They admitted their reluctance to just "pop by," fearing that we,
the new owners, would not be receptive to
their curiosity. They seemed pleased with
what we had done in such a short span of
time. We felt good knowing that the couple, who had poured their heart and soul
into the house some 30 years prior, felt it
was now in good hands.
Hearing the door close, our Atlanta
roommate ducked into the living room and
we explained what had just happened, how
at first we thought the woman, the stranger at the door might be a serial killer, but
turned out to be friendly and interesting.
"I can't believe you guys just let her in
here," she said. "I mean, what if she really
did want to rob you? You guys are way too
trusting. You never know!"
Dana and I exchanged a smile, but she
was right. You never can truly be sure, about
anything really. We sat down on the couches
in the living room: me, Dana, and Shallette,
a former stranger from Atlanta, and planned
out what she still needed to experience in
Roanoke before heading back home. I