Then and now.
Sorry the picture isn't so clear. Mom had it almost glued into the album, and I was hesitant of tearing it by trying to remove for a picture. It is so old. About 62 years old, in fact. This was our first home. I lived here until I was 18 years old, and my parents bought a new home. So many memories here....camping out in the back yard, huge snowstorms, snow forts, my first pet, Susie, school days, bike riding. My best friend, Kathleen.
One day I was in my bedroom playing with my paper dolls when I heard, "Little girl, little girl, can you come out to play?" We remained best buddies until she moved away after grammar school. For awhile we kept in contact, but high school happened, and we went our separate ways.
I also got my first kiss while I was living in this house, and it was the first time anyone said I was pretty. I was sitting in a swing with a boy from down the block. Wasn't much of a kiss. Just a peck on the lips. Heck, I wonder now why he chose me, and if he maybe had some problems. I was only about 11 years old at the time, still playing with paper dolls and dolls. I didn't understand. He was in his late teens. Sounds like he liked little girls.
And this is the way it looks today.
Always lots of memories tied up in past residences!
ReplyDeleteIsn't amazing how vivid those old memories can be? I still remember my childhood home from which I moved when I was 8.
ReplyDeleteGood morning Mary.....ahhh....a visit to your family home. They never are as big as we remember them....are they?
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Jo
So many memories! I feel the same way about my childhood home. My parents still live in it. When my husband and I visit Maine and family now, we sleep in my old bedroom, now a guest room. Can you say odd feeling? Lol
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