That Old House

I have been a little sentimental lately.  You see, my parent's house, the house that I grew up in, is going to be sold soon.  After my parents passed away, my brother rented it out for a few years, but now it's time to sell it.

Me and my brother were born in this house, so you can see how it has so many memories for me.

My sister and I shared a room growing up until she moved out of the house.   My mom covered the walls in our room with a calico flowered fabric, which she did all on her own.  It looks something like this.

 

She was always working on some kind of project, whether it was sewing, plastering brick on the walls in her kitchen, or making us costumes and dresses for all the special occasions we went to.  She even pierced my ears when I was a young girl, can you imagine?

Then, when my siblings had kids of their own, all the cousins would gather there for parties, get togethers, and holidays.

Jess and her cousin



This tree in my mom's front yard is as old as the house, and Nel and Jess used to climb it and talk and laugh and tell stories.

I'm going to miss that old house, and I hope someone with good character buys it.  Every time I drive by, I will think of my mom and dad who made a life here with their family and my brothers and sister who mean so much to me.......remembering a time when the world was a little more carefree and a little less rushed.  I can hear the whispers of children and their children talking and laughing and playing once again.

~Sheri