My Childhood Home

It’s been awhile since I participated in a Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop, but there was a prompt this week that I thought might be fun.

3.) Draw, label, and share the layout of your childhood home.

So, here’s my very feeble attempt at the drawing. If Motor Man hadn’t been so busy this week, I would have asked for his help; he could have done a much better job.

But I think you get the idea.

It was a very simple house. Here’s a (recent) photo that I’ve shared before.

And, although Mama Kat’s prompt doesn’t instruct us to do so, I thought I’d share one memory from each room of the house.

I’ll begin with the front porch, where the most vivid memory would have to be swinging on the front porch that was to the left side. So many hours were spent on that porch when the weather allowed.   In this picture of Mama and me, you can see the porch and the swing in the background.

Indoors, Mom and I spent most of our time in the den. That’s where our little tv was and the more comfortable furniture. It wasn’t a den to us back then. We called it a sitting room. Our Christmas tree was always placed in front of the window in that room.

During the winter months, to conserve heat, the living room was closed off and not used at all. (Just a reminder: my dad died when I was an infant, and my sisters were married by the time I was 4. So it was just Mama and me most of the time.) It was always nice when spring came, and we could open up the rooms that had gone unused during the winter.

The bedroom to the left was always Mom’s room. We closed off the bedroom to the right in the winter, too, and Mom and I slept in the same room. Every spring, I would decide that I would move into the other bedroom. But, when evening came, I always went back to sleep in the room with Mom. I was such a scaredy-cat.

The bedroom on the right was used mostly when my sister, nieces and/or nephews stayed the night.  That room was on the side of the house next to a pond, and in the summertime, the frogs would “sing” us to sleep.

Our kitchen was fairly small.  When I was a little girl, Mom had a wringer washer that she kept in a corner. She pulled it out in the center of the room on Mondays to do laundry. (No clothes dryer then: clothes were hung out on a clothesline.) When my sisters and their families would come for a meal, it was a very crowded room, but we managed.

Our bathroom was a former pantry, so it was very tiny, but served the purpose.

The back porch was where Mama would shell butterbeans, along with other similar chores, in the summer. It was also a good place for my nieces, nephews and I to play on rainy days.

When the memories of my childhood home come to mind, I think of the little saying: “Ours is just a little house, but God knows where we live.”.

Linking up to Mama Kat’s.

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23 responses to “My Childhood Home

  1. What a perfectly lovely blog post Dianna….and what a cozy house you and your Mom had together (with occasional visits from your sisters!)…….your memories are so “warm” and happy. It must be nice to still be able to drive by your old house once in a while…..”touching base” I suppose.

    Pam (and Sam)

  2. What a fun idea for a blog post. Love your last line “God knows where we live.” You are blessed with fond memories of living with your mother and sisters coming to visit.

  3. This was so enjoyable, Dianna! I’m glad you went the extra mile and added all of these precious memories.

  4. Thanks for all those memories….that was home for many years.
    Love this blog….

  5. You grew up just like me and in a small house, only there were 6 of us children. I loved the quote.

  6. Dianna, I loved this post! Such sweet and endearing memories in every room of your love-filled home. I could picture each one and it brought a warm smile to my face. We had a ‘sitting room’ too and Mom had a wringer washer in our basement. Some of my favorite memories are simple ones like hanging out the wash on the clothesline with my mother. 🙂

  7. What a sweet wonderful post! I’m glad you picked #3. I can’t believe how much that house looks like the house I lived in from the age of two till third grade, right down to the window a/c sticking out. Love your memories they make me feel all warm inside. This is like one of those posts that started me coming here every day lurking and I could just feel the calming soothing voice of your typed words. “Ours is just a little house, but God knows where we live.” Lovely. Makes me want to hop in my vehicle today and drive the three hours to my little childhood home.

  8. this was just beautiful. Thank you for taking us back to a simpler time when everyone made do with what they had and appreciated what they had. I think your childhood was the impetus of your beautiful appreciation for the simpler things of life and nature. This was superb.

  9. That was beautiful, Dianna! It really did bring back memories of simpler times – like Pix said, it makes me want to revisit my childhood home…thanks for such a sweet post today. You nailed it!

  10. Love your post! Thanks for sharing your happy memories!
    Nellie’s Mpm

  11. I do remember how wringer washer and put rubber diapers through that wringer diapers and explodes and I ruined a couple of shirts
    Did you jams and untangling clothes or ruined a couple of shirts?

  12. I love your little house…beautiful!

  13. Thanks for a peek at your childhood. I too grew up in a little cozy house but had to share it with a brother and two sisters. It didn’t seem like a little house back then…it was just home. Right?

  14. what great memories – simple but full of love and togetherness.

  15. I’d be willing to bet each of us has memories of our favorite childhood home. My dad was a contractor, building home for a living. He built our home with his own hands. It was really unusual in that it seemed to have two of everything. It started as a flattop and then he added a pitched, shingled standard roof on top of that. We had two floors, the bottom one Bruce hardwood flooring and then room-sized area rugs on top of that. I remember the hardwood because my younger brother & me would push ourselves from wall to wall while sitting on polishing cloths my mom had provided. We polished the wax she had laid down.

    I believe we lived in that house for over a dozen years before moving to something like an apartment as my parents aged. It still brings memories of how great life was in the 1950’s & 1960’s. Life was simpler. Thanks for the blog post & memories. – Bob

  16. Shirley Matthews Dunn

    Wonderful blog Dianna. It does bring back good memories.

  17. Bravo … Bravo !! Love the memory tour of each room – a great idea … I have many memories of the house as well.; and the old garage 😉 Fantastic post !

  18. I like the saying at the end. Thanks for sharing your memories, they truly made the house a home. I remember many days stringing beans and the like, and miss those old porch swings. Our house didn’t have a swing, but both grandmas did.

  19. Thank you for taking us all on a tour of someplace that was/is so dear to you – the place your heart calls home.

    Hugs
    MJ

  20. You told this story so sweetly and with such sentiment. It’s easy to see the roots of your values. And you are leaving such a nice journal of entries for Marshall to have about you as a child.

  21. I LOVE how you took the writing prompt one step further – it totally made a nice blog post into one that was knocked out of the park! Awesome Dianna!! I also, like others, think this is a wonderful keepsake for Marshall. I’d hope everyone who reads this post follows your lead and does their own ‘floor plan of memories” post! (or whatever you want to call it!).
    ~d.

  22. Wonderful post, Dianna. I enjoyed seeing the house you grew up in. You must have truly been a blessing for your mother.

  23. I love all the memories you shared! What a breath of fresh air to get that glimpse into your upbringing.

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