Julie
In the 1930s, during the Great Depression, my grandparents built this little rock house in Monticello Township. My grandfather, Jesse Moffit, hauled the stones from a nearby quarry, then built the house with his own hands. My grandmother, Shirley, used her birthday money from her parents to purchase the windows for the house. My mother grew up in that house where she shared a bedroom with her sister and would sometimes “run away” to her grandmother’s house, just across the driveway. That little rock house still stands today, a testament to my grandparent’s hard work and commitment to building well.
Kirk
By the time my parents started building their dream house on Monticello Road in 1999, I had already been working in construction for 13 years. My dad and I worked together as a contractor for the job. I spent many hours installing windows and doors, building the large front porch, and putting up siding. I’m most proud of the round porch and elaborate trim throughout the house. This home is where we spend holidays and celebrate birthdays; where friends and extended family know they’re always welcome. It has become for us a symbol of family togetherness and hospitality.
Monticello…hard work and hospitality, respect and relationships, quality and community, legacy. This is what Monticello means to us and we hope as you get to know us you’ll agree.
