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First Home

August 6, 2012 By Sandra Heska King

I’m all giddy. Squirming in my seat.

There. There’s the water tower. And here’s the exit. Do you suppose the Dairy Barn is still there? It’s been almost 40 years. Is that where I picked up Puppy on my way to work that morning?

Poor little stray. Sweet little dog.

I’m not sure I recognize much of anything else, though. I think the restaurant’s gone. Remember how we stopped there for dinner when we got home from our honeymoon? Look! There’s our grocery store.

Wait! Turn around. Turn here.

Stop! Back up.

I can’t breathe.

There it is!

A satellite dish! Remember the little portable black and white TV with the rabbit years that sat on my great-grandmother’s cedar chest?

Remember how you’d bought four rooms of furniture for $400, and how Jim slept on that black vinyl fold-down couch when he spent the night? He and the whole couch went over with a crash at two in the morning?

I wonder if they ever fixed the bathroom. I remember the pink fixtures and pink tile, but we couldn’t use the tub because the wall was crumbling. The landlord just couldn’t get around to fix it. And then there was the night I came out of the basement shower and saw that big moth flying around, only it was a bat, and I never took a shower after dusk again. Knowing now what we didn’t know then… I wonder if it ever came upstairs, ever flew around our room at night.

They’ve put in new windows. Sometimes I think I dream of that attic. We could have had so much fun fixing that place up. Remember how we had to dig the mail off the floor of the closet? Is the mail slot still there? Yup, there it is.

I wish I could remember more.

Remember how I never did the dishes after supper? They could always wait until after I got home from work the next day.

Remember the night you left the house because you were so mad about something at work? You drove all the way to Toledo and stopped at some restaurant to eat and then drove back home. I was hysterical wondering what horrible thing happened.

Remember all the flowers and those crazy cucumbers and how wild they went in that space where they said there used to be a chicken house and how much fun it was to rake leaves together?

Those were good times.

I wish they hadn’t repainted. I loved that pink garage and all the pink trim on the house.

Sigh…

It’s late. I guess we should go. We both have to get up early, and we won’t be home for a couple hours yet. Remember how we used to drive it all the time? We’d clean house early Saturday morning, then head to your folks (our now house), and stay as late as we possibly could on Sunday. The trip didn’t seem so long then.

I still can’t get over how God brought us together.

Sigh again…

I love you.

 

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  1. Melinda Lancaster says

    August 6, 2012 at 11:33 pm

    Very sweet post.

    • Sandra says

      August 7, 2012 at 8:28 am

      🙂 Nice to see you here, friend.

  2. Diana Trautwein says

    August 7, 2012 at 12:26 am

    I cannot even tell you how much I love this, Sandy. Those nostalgia trips are such gifts. SUCH gifts. Thanks for sharing yours with us.

    • Sandra says

      August 7, 2012 at 8:30 am

      I think we’ve only driven by a couple times in all these years. It’s nice to put a finger on a piece of history–or at least a finger on a shutter button or whatever you call it. It all comes back in the seeing.

      If I was nervy enough, I would have asked to go in. But I know what happened when I got into my nursing dorm… 😉

  3. JB Wood says

    August 7, 2012 at 6:25 am

    This is so sweet. We do that too – driving around the suburbs of Boston trailing down our first apartment. Such memories. Such wonder after all these years.

    • Sandra says

      August 7, 2012 at 8:33 am

      I’m glad to see it’s still there. We found my very first house some years ago–also red brick. At least the one that came after the trailer my parents had in the backyard of my dad’s folks. But my grandparent’s house is nothing but an empty field now, and my mom’s childhood home is a funeral home’s parking lot. Sad, but still fun to sit on site and remember with wonder.

  4. Martha Orlando says

    August 7, 2012 at 7:42 am

    Precious memories . . .
    Thanks for sharing, Sandy!
    Blessings!

    • Sandra says

      August 7, 2012 at 8:34 am

      Thanks, Martha. Always good to share a few moments with you. 🙂

  5. Diane BAiley says

    August 7, 2012 at 8:42 pm

    I finally have my computer up and running again!! Love visiting with you once again!

    • Sandra says

      August 7, 2012 at 9:22 pm

      YAY!!

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