I really have a thing for old houses. Peeling paint, wavy window panes, and rusty hardware get me every time. “The Three Bears’ House,” as it is affectionately known by locals, has always held a special place in my heart. Something about its charming simplicity and slanting walls teases my curiosity. Who used to live there when it was new? Did kids run around in its big, open yard, catching fireflies in the summertime? I bet there were some epic barbecues and games of horseshoe when the whole family got together.