There was a wonderful chill in the air as I walked to the Story Shack before daylight this morning. And as I turned the key to the back door, I could hear Daddy's voice saying, "I'll go warm up the car." I was remembering frosty mornings in Grandme's old house when I was a child. That's it in the picture, although this is not how it looks in my memory. The house was painted green as long as I can remember, but I couldn't find any pictures of it that way except for the ones I took right before it was torn down, and those make me melancholy.
There was a big gas heater in the living room and several small ones in the dining room, kitchen, and bathroom. It was COLD in that house in the wintertime. And I can remember so many winter mornings when Daddy would "go warm up the car" before we left for school or church.
I think I was 12 or 13 when we finally moved out of the old house. I couldn't wait to leave—or so I thought. I would finally have my own room, which I got to decorate myself (with a pink floral light fixture and carpet—NEW carpet, mind you—the color of lime sherbet). There would be heat you could turn on without any need for matches and a bathroom with a shower—a shower, for heaven's sake!!
My parents were so proud of the house they built right across the highway from this one. I was, too. But to tell you the truth, part of me has missed the old house since the day we left it. And as Dave and I plan and dream of the house we might build one day when we retire, he's finding I have a pretty specific wish list. I told him I'd like it to feel like an old house. With lots of wood. And maybe a metal roof. And I'm seeing a big porch across the front . . .
I miss it too, it was very important to my childhood. :) Thanks for the story and the picture ! ! ! Still looking for the BOOK ;)
HUGS ! ! ! ! !
Posted by: Candy Hicks | October 21, 2014 at 04:11 PM
Wait until you see Mary's new house! It's Grandme's house reincarnated!!!
Posted by: Vivian Anne | October 21, 2014 at 08:29 PM