Most of us have one house from childhood, that we will never forget. It is part of our story and how we became the people we are today. This is a love story to a particularly grand house. The Dutch House. This is also about the families whose lives filled every glorious inch of its space.
The best analogy I have is that of moths drawn to a flame. The Dutch House is most definitely the flame. The families (and I) are the moths. I fell in love with the inhabitants and their dramatic lives. But I am completely obsessed with the house. Like Danny and his sister Maeve, I too would park at the curb and gawk... years after moving out and moving on. And if given the chance, I would walk through the door and never leave. In the meantime, if I'm lucky, I will visit the Dutch House in my dreams.