Tiverton, RI the town of land and sea. If you are looking to purchase waterfront property or a gentleman's farm in Rhode Island you don't want to overlook Tiverton.
Spring is arriving and so are the spring listings. Here are a few of my favorite homes for sale in Tiverton.
Waterfront House on the Sakonnet River
This home is pristine inside and out. Located on the Sakonnet River offering deep water access and a private beach. Upon entering this 3 bed 2 1/2 bath single level home and viewing room by room there is no questioning the quality of this home. Windows facing the water offer spectacular views while letting the sunlight dance through the open floor plan shimmering off the hardwood floors highlighting the warm color palette. Outside is just as amazing whether sitting on the deck, in the gazebo, or the waterfront deck it is evident that you have found a piece of paradise to call your own.
I have driven past this property at least a hundred times never realizing the wonder that existed beyond. This 3 bed 2 bath 1850 Colonial has been transformed into a beautiful home worthy of a feature in any home magazine. But let me expand. You are purchasing much more than a home. You are purchasing a great lifestyle, a state of the art modern equestrian center, a farm, and profitable business. Located on Main Rd. seconds from Tiverton Four Corners this turn-key property is a gift wrapped in a big red bow. The owners, visit their web site, did a fabulous job on this property sparing no expense and focusing on the smallest of details to create huge results. The stables/barnes are meticulously kept, the padocks have water, the indoor riding ring with rubber and leather footing has a heated viewing area, separate wells, laundry, and the list goes on and on.
For the buyer who has a love for both land and sea this 9 acre waterfront gentleman's farm is calling. Located in the Seapowet area of Tiverton this property offers 600 feet frontage on the Sakonnet River. Great views with a 3 bed 2 bath house, 10 stall barn, and open fields.
These are a few of the great properties for sale in Tiverton. If you are looking for a home in Rhode Island or Massachusetts I would be pleased to provide listings and show you properties.
Coming Soon: Another great 3 bed 1 1/2 bath in Tiverton waiting for you to purchase. Call 401-369-1766 or e-mail lgtiv@aol.com
This story was originally posted by Nancy Larson in 2008 and it is such a great story I decided to reblog it. Three years later I was contacted by the author and Santa. Please enjoy and pass it on for all to read for a lifetime. Thank you Susan for sending the picture of Santa Mark:
written by: Susan Morton Leonard
Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin . The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl. "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend? Your sister?"
"Yes, Santa," he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly.
Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
"She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!" the child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly.
Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas. When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted.
"What is it?" Santa asked warmly.
"Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but ." the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young=2 0visitors. "The girl in the photograph . my granddaughter .. well, you see .. she has leukemia and isn't expected to make it even through the holidays," she said through tear-filled eyes. "Is there any way, Santa .. any possible way that you could come see Sarah? That's all she's asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa."
Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do. Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon. He knew what he had to do. "What if it were MY child lying in that hospital bed, dying," he thought with a sinking heart, "this is the least I can do."
When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying. He asked the assistant location manager how to get to Children's Hospital.
"Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.
Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier that day. "C'mon ... I'll take you there," Rick said softly.
Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa. They found out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said he would wait out in the hall. Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw little Sarah on the bed. The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the Grandmother and the girl 's brother he had met earlier that day. A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah's thin hair off her forehead. And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with weary, sad look on her face. They were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the family, and their love and concern for Sarah. Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!"
"Santa!" shrieked little Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed to run to him, IV tubes in tact.
Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug. A child the tender age of his own son -- 9 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder and excitement. Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But all he saw when he looked at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes. His heart melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears. Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah's face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women in the room. As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering "thank you" as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes. Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she'd been a very=2 0good girl that year. As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for permission from the girl's mother. She nodded in agreement and the entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding hands. Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels.
"Oh, yes, Santa ... I do!" she exclaimed.
"Well, I'm going to ask that angels watch over you,! "he said. Laying one hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed. He asked that God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease. He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing softly, "Silent Night, Holy Night . all is calm, all is bright." The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all. When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held Sarah's frail, small hands in his own.
"Now, Sarah," he said authoritatively, "you have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on getting well. I want you to have fun playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at Mayfair Mall this time next year!" He knew it was ri sky proclaiming that, to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he "had" to. He had to give her the greatest gift he could -- not dolls or games or toys -- but the gift of HOPE.
"Yes, Santa!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright.
He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room. Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed between them and they wept unashamed. Sarah's mother and grandmother slipped out of the room quickly and rushed to Santa's side to thank him.
"My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly. "This is the least I could do." They nodded with understanding and hugged him.
One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee for his six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went by and then one day a child came up to sit on his lap. "Hi, Santa! Remember me?!"
"Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her.
After all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each child feel as if they are the "only" child in the world at that moment.
"You came to see me in the20hospital last year!" Santa's jaw dropped.
Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little miracle and held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed. He scarcely recognized her, for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were rosy -- much different from the little girl he had visited just a year before. He looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.
That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus. He had witnessed --and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about -- this miracle of hope. This precious little child was healed. Cancer-free. Alive and well. He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank you, Father. 'Tis a very, Merry Christmas!
OPTIONAL:If you believe in miracles you will pass this on..I did!
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If you are looking to buy a home and this story doesn't motivate you I don't know what will. This is one of my favorite stories about a team of buyers, Realtors, and contractors not taking no for an answer.
I remember looking for homes with Mic and Wendy some promised to be great but sadly disappointed until we came upon this home. The home was in a great location with large rooms offering charm and character but there was work to be done. If only I could image what they saw this home could be.
We went into contract somewhere around September and they wanted to be home for Christmas. We negotiated, installed a septic system, and I will never forget the day I drove up to find Mic with his crew painting the exterior of the house in 25 degrees to meet the requirements of the lender. I am still impressed at how they worked together in unfavorable conditions without a harsh word silently saying to each other, "If you're in to the end so am I." While Mic did the labor Wendy, a fine photographer I have to mention, was on the phone making sure the transaction was proceeding to close for her desired closing day. Through laughter, very loud conversations, and some tears we managed to close on December 23rd!
I have seen the great they job did on the interior with the custom made staircase and beautiful beamed ceiling living room in a wonderful shade of red displaying black and white photos by Wendy. Did I get the color right Wendy? And recently although not in person the fabulous exterior remodel. My clients and now friends are amazing.
Imagine what Mic can do for you then make it come true.
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Coming this winter the Kitchen Remodel. I am very pleased and excited that they have asked if I would document and show you the Kitchen Remodel. Don't miss it!
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Hey Peggy I want to give you my business. Have you ever had one of those Peggy days? My favorite is the Peggy Transfer Commercial.
Yesterday was one of those days dealing with the cable company.
One day long ago I came home only to find that the cable company had eliminated the old cable boxes. The TV screen now displayed a pink background with a message stating that the old boxes were no longer used. Not a big deal with cable ready TV and I plug the cable directly into the TV. I am not a big TV fan anyway however as time went on it was an issue that had to be addressed mostly because I am trying to decide if I should add Internet service at my office. It is a double edge sword. I love my office however I don't want to get lost in the Web there as often happens at home but I do have great visuals I would like to share with clients.
Almost convinced that Internet service at the office is a must I had brought my cable bill to my office a couple of weeks ago to make the call. What has held me back is the lack of human interaction. I remember quite well when companies started using a number directory to connect to the correct service department. Hated it then and hate it now! Don't even get me started on voice response. Here is how it went.
If you are calling for new service press 1.
I press 1.
I am sorry I didn't understand your input. Message repeated and again I press 1.
Again, I am sorry I didn't... Ugh! Come On!
Totally frustrated I decide to get in the car and drive to the cable service store. Thinking positively - I have to turn in the antiquated cable boxes and get a new cable box anyway. The customer service person was great however he could not help me with the office Internet service but was happy to give me the phone number. I thanked him saying, "I hope I don't have to press a series of numbers to get to a customer service person". He responded with a chuckle. Not encouraging. One issue resolved but I think it is going to be one of those foot stomping days followed by a loud frustrating COME ON!
This got me thinking about how sick I am of trying to get in touch with my service providers that most likely I am over paying for a lot of my services just so I don't have to deal with the endless number directory or screaming my voice response that no matter how loud will not be understood. It is kind of funny when you watch and listen to someone trying to get through but not so funny when it is you. Only because you can relate to their frustration and I think that is what makes this commercial so funny. Also I am thinking that I never ever want any of my clients to have to deal with this so called improved customer service. A customer may consider us a PIA at times but at the end of the day I think they are glad to be able to talk to us.
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I am a Real Estate Broker servicing Newport-Bristol Counties Rhode Island and Southeastern Bristol County Massachusetts with a passion for locating property for buyers.
I was born and raised in Tiverton, RI. We are a family owned/operated business. My partner is a life long resident of Warren, RI and owner of an Antique Store. These complementary businesses afford us the opportunity to provide a wide range of service. Whether assisting with buying/selling property to estate liquidation, relocation, content purchases, or complete clean outs we treat each transaction as if it was our own. Our philosophy is good old fashion family values, hard work, dedication, attention to detail, and respect is the foundation to building customer satisfaction.
In my approach, there is no real estate transaction that is too large or too small. Every contact is a multimillion dollar client to me. If you don't feel you are that valuable, you should because my business is worthless without you!
I don't fly the flag of a large real estate brokerage because I feel that being an independent gives me the flexibility to best meet my client's needs. My focus is on meeting and satisfying your needs as a unique real estate client. Customer satisfaction doesn't come from the brand or brokerage but from the dedicated work of the agent or broker in service of a specific client.
I won't try to impress you with designations and awards whose meanings often get loss. I'm not going to bore you telling you I am a top or million dollar producer. My actions when finding you a home or marketing your property will speak much louder than those words.
I have a unique approach to marketing properties that leverages current Internet and multimedia technology to reach the largest segment of prospective buyers for your property. I continue to seek out new and better ways to reach the broadest audience and will consult with you as we continue to work to attract the right buyer. I am a quick, responsive, problem solver and seek to adapt rapidly to changing conditions. Problems and challenges are simply opportunities for greater creativity and resourcefulness.
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