What a strange experience it was to drive into Mr. Sterling. I could not remember a thing about the town but mom’s memories of her childhood town came to her in a rush. We visited the Christian Church where Granddaddy and Grandma were active members. Then we visited the Baptist Church where Granddaddy would sneak off to on an occasional Sunday. We saw the first two homes that they lived in before purchasing the house on High Street. I did recognize the house.
The house brought back so many memories for both mom and I. Granddaddy was hard of hearing and I recalled him sitting in the living room with his earphones on watching TV. For some reason I recall Grandma always being in the kitchen.
This was the house where my oldest child was able to reach his first doorknob. It was the house that he took his first steps, which resulted in a black eye.
Some of my favorite Christmases were spent in this house.
Mom’s memories were of the chickens in the back yard. When she found a dead chick and chased her sister, Betsy throughout the house with it.
It was a house of music – Betsy on the oboe, Bill on the trombone, and mom on the clarinet.
She recalled an incident with the oven. It was a rule that the first one home after Church on Sunday was to remove the roast from the oven. Betsy came home before the others and found the oven cold. Therefore, she lit a match. Fortunately, she only burnt her arm when the oven exploded. Mom remembers Betsy hanging her arm out of the window on the second story, crying.
She recalled childhood friends and childhood stories.
I remember Granddaddy complaining how his water bill would double when we would visit.
A home is built with warm memories and love.
I remember walking with Granddaddy to the Ruth Hunt Candy Factory and getting licorice and cream candy. You haven’t tasted real candy until you taste Ruth Hunt’s cream candy. It would just melt in your mouth.
It was a wonderful day and pictures will be posted on my webpage this evening.
The house brought back so many memories for both mom and I. Granddaddy was hard of hearing and I recalled him sitting in the living room with his earphones on watching TV. For some reason I recall Grandma always being in the kitchen.
This was the house where my oldest child was able to reach his first doorknob. It was the house that he took his first steps, which resulted in a black eye.
Some of my favorite Christmases were spent in this house.
Mom’s memories were of the chickens in the back yard. When she found a dead chick and chased her sister, Betsy throughout the house with it.
It was a house of music – Betsy on the oboe, Bill on the trombone, and mom on the clarinet.
She recalled an incident with the oven. It was a rule that the first one home after Church on Sunday was to remove the roast from the oven. Betsy came home before the others and found the oven cold. Therefore, she lit a match. Fortunately, she only burnt her arm when the oven exploded. Mom remembers Betsy hanging her arm out of the window on the second story, crying.
She recalled childhood friends and childhood stories.
I remember Granddaddy complaining how his water bill would double when we would visit.
A home is built with warm memories and love.
I remember walking with Granddaddy to the Ruth Hunt Candy Factory and getting licorice and cream candy. You haven’t tasted real candy until you taste Ruth Hunt’s cream candy. It would just melt in your mouth.
It was a wonderful day and pictures will be posted on my webpage this evening.
0 comments:
Post a Comment