….but never our hearts.
This was my home until I was 23. My mom continued to live here for many years after that.
Now I live about 15 miles away. Life doesn’t take me by the house too often, and when it does, I usually just glance as I pass by. But there are memories that even a quick glimpse can bring to mind.
I’m reminded of the nights I fell asleep to the sound of rain on that tin roof. And of windy days and nights, listening to the rattle of the tin. Many times, we wondered if the wind was going to tear off the roof.
The house faces the east, and I remember the morning sun shining on the front porch. As a child, I’d play out there during warm weather. There was always an old wooden swing on the far left side of the porch. Mom and my sisters used to swing me to sleep when I was a baby.
I remember my sisters and their families visiting on Sunday afternoons, and when the weather permitted, we’d all sit out in the front yard. No air conditioning then! We had to sit under a shade tree to cool off in the summer.
Several families have lived in this house since the time my mom lived here. The most recent family moved out a few weeks ago. I hope someone moves in soon, so it won’t fall into disrepair.
I guess there’s something about it that makes it still feel just a tiny bit like home.
these days of mine 
It’s a nice house. I like it………………..
Every time I go by this house, I glance over also and remember that your Mom lived there. I go that way when I go to Tara’s sometime or KY. My childhood house got torn down a few years ago and is now a parking lot…..so sad for me!
Isn’t it fun to ride by your old home place and see it still standing. I too have memories when I ride by my house.
The old house where I have my happiest memories is long gone. The second one has been changed so much I wouldn’t recognize it. Time does move on and new owners want things fixed to suit them. I do hope someone will fix up your old home place.
Sadly, my childhood home was razed years ago by the owners of the property. After our family moved out when I was 13, it stood empty for about 10 yrs or more until the farmer tore it down. I did have the chance to walk thru it once on a visit back to Wisconsin (with permission). I was shocked at how small the rooms were from my mind’s viewpoint of childhood. It was sad and memorable and treasured all at the same time…
If Bacon’s Castle museum hadn’t closed up, I’d be riding by this house several times every week; the house on one side, Epps Dairy on the other, Bacon’s Castle up ahead … I noticed they did some work to the back porch, but I remember what it used to be like. And, I know it was another post, but I’ll always think of the old garage out back …
Wonderful memories. I agree…our hearts never leave home.
I’m fortunate that all the houses I lived in growing up…a whole FOUR including this one are still standing…all but one have changed….some for NOT for the good!
Looks like it is just the right size. It has some much more character than the megamansions of today. Thanks for sharing your memories.
Suzanne
my dad’s workshop had a tin shed and i recall running out there to catch a rainstorm as well. i do hope your old homestead gets to experience the joy of a happy family soon.
Thank you for stopping by my blog. I hope someone moves into the house soon too. Empty houses are sad and if you have memories from living in them, it would make it worse, I think. I went to look at my childhood home when I visited Sweden in 2001. It felt strange because I hadn’t been there for so long and I didn’t go back the next time I was there.
I know how you feel Dianna, I feel the some way when we go by the old home place right out side of Surry . Brings back happy times.
My mother is in the process of selling my childhood home. I know whoever buys it will gut it. Even though I moved away so many years ago and have called so many other places home it’s still sad. That room with the pink rose wallpaper tugs at my soul…
Smile…I just yesterday looked up my childhood house on Google Earth’s street view. I had fun sharing it with my friends. I remember looking out my bedroom window watching my best friend from 5th grade,Brent, riding down the hill and whistling for me! I can also remember walking home from work and smelling my mother’s fried pork chops from a block away! I lived there until I was 22 years old. Really great memories!