My sister, brother and myself all lived with my mom's parents starting the summer before I went into 5th grade. The house that we lived in, is and will always be my dream home. It has four bedrooms, three bathrooms, dining room, living room, family room, eat in kitchen. A big back yard, basement, fireplace and a deck. Two and a half car garage, gosh I could go on. Let's just say I LOVE that house. I would go into my sister's room and I would just watch my Grandma iron, for hours. I just liked the smell it made. Sometimes we would talk and sometimes I would just read. Oh and the phone in the kitchen. I would get that phone to stretch all the way down the hall and even up a couple of steps. The Forbidden room was the family room. That was the room that we were not allowed to go in unless it was a holiday or my grandparents had friends over. That was the room that had all the really nice furniture and everything matched. It was by the front door so if anyone rang the door bell this was the room they could see. My Gram would go in there once a week to dust and vacuum. She would leave the vacuum V's in the carpet. You know what I'm talking about. I still do it. The forbidden room was at the front of the house on the right side the dining room was at the back on the same side. The kitchen, where the cookies were, was next to the dining room :) Well I got so good at sneaking around that I knew just were to step so it would go un-noticed. My grandfather would be in the living room and my grandmother would be at the kitchen table. I was able to come down the stairs cross the hall way go into the family room into the dining room. Then into the kitchen to the lazy susan on the right corner and get a couple more Oreo's. Then sneak back upstairs. All without getting caught. I LOVE THAT HOUSE!!
What memories to do have of the house you grew up in? Do you have kids now? Do you ever wonder what things they will remember from growing up? Do you ever wonder about the stories you have yet to hear about? About things that you don't know happened yet?
My favorite feature of the house I grew up in, was the heat vents. The house is situated in an interesting way. It's a condo in a large building with 10 units. The building is a long rectangle, sliced like a loaf of bread. My mom's unit has three rooms stacked on top of each other in the front of the unit and three stacked in the back of the unit with all the stairs in the middle. On each half of the house there is one vent coming up from the furnace with an opening for each room. So my bedroom, the top room on the back of the house, was connected to the bedroom below me and, most importantly, the kitchen. My mom was always in the kitchen. So when I was in trouble, I would lay by the vent and listen to my mom in the kitchen. I knew how much trouble I was in by what I heard in that vent. I knew when she had calmed down and "the coast was clear" to leave my bedroom. My grandma lived in a condo just like the one my mom owned. Growing up my aunt used the same technique, but I didn't know that until I was an adult. Funny, how kids think they discover something novel!
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