When I was about 17 months old, my daddy finished building our big brand new house and we were ready to move. Being the baby, I was left with an aunt and uncle so
I wouldn't be in the way the move would go more quickly.
Since I have no memory of that time, due I'm sure of the trauma of leaving one home for another, I rely on mama's memories. She says that for the first few days of living in the new house, I would hang onto my baby bed crying I want go my home You can imagine the snotty nose and hiccups if you've ever seen a small child cry dramatically. But wasn't I advanced to already be speaking in sentences??
My parents raised six children in that house along with anyone who needed a place to stay for a day or ten. When I was a child, I thought our house was huge. Not until I was an adult did I notice it wasn't all that big. For many years we had only one bathroom! Try to get a visual of eight people and one bathroom. We somehow made it work, although my sister did walk in on my brother once and he slammed the door and almost cut her finger off...drammmma!
One of the neat things about a two story house is the under the stairs closet. Over the years we would each have a stair in the closet where we wrote our names with whatever current absolutely till you die love we had at the moment.
We would write mostly in pencil __________ loves ____________forever! All those relationships lasted approximately two weeks. We drew hearts when we were in love and broken hearts when we would "break up". We had to leave those memories behind when the house sold. The buyers wouldn't take the house without the stairs. Some people are so picky!
My parents lived together in that house for well over 50 years.
We grew up in a great neighborhood with lots of friends and we were just down the street from the bowling alley. We could walk to the skating rink. We had a great childhood. O.K. there were up and down times and I'm not sure how our parents kept their sanity.
Several years ago mama sold the house to move to an assisted living facility. Below is what I wrote to express how we all felt about the house.....but really about the home it became as we all lived there.