Home (Of My Earliest Memories)

The home I grew up in was rented by my mom from neighbors, who also happen to be distant relatives.

Recently, the house was vacant (while between renters), and Motor Man and I were invited to have a look at the changes that have been made since my family lived there.

And there have been many renovations: doors widened, as well as a full bath, closets and a foyer added. The kitchen now has built-in cabinets and a work island. As I walked through the house, each room brought back memories.

But, of all the changes made, one thing remains. A small thing, really.  Insignificant, most likely, to anyone but me.

The step “down” into the kitchen:

step down into kitchen 5-17-2015 3-57-17 PM

It’s difficult to see in this picture, but there is a step where the hardwood floor meets the tile. The kitchen had been added on to the house years after it was built.

During our time living there, that step proved challenging for the toddlers in the family.  And, somewhat similarly, it was also difficult for my mom to negotiate in her later years. I smiled to see that it’s still there.

On the exterior, that front porch, where many memories were also made,  looks basically the same as it did.

mamas front porch 5-20-2015 8-18-02 AM

It’s just missing a swing.

Mom and me by the front porch

Mom and me by the front porch

And Mom.

~These Days Of Mine~

18 responses to “Home (Of My Earliest Memories)

  1. Love these kind of posts… very sweet! That floor in the kitchen… darling. I don’t know if it is the lighting or what but that kitchen is cute!

  2. memories, like the colors of our minds..enjoyed this one.

  3. What wonderful memories and that you got to see it ‘today’. It is a sweet house. I always loved your Mom’s row of iris that bloomed along the fence.

  4. I loved this post, Dianna. So tender!

    My cousin lives in my Grandparent’s house now – I just can bear to go in there. I still see it with her high gloss paint and parquet floors – and if there are updates I don’t want to know 🙂 Neat that you had such a good experience, MJ

  5. Oh how wonderful to get back inside the house of your childhood……I’m sure that “step down” was a toughie for toddlers and your Mom and anyone else in the “older” department. It’s lovely to have all those nice memories…..I never really felt like we had a family home as we moved every two years my entire life until I graduated from high school and my Dad retired from the military.

    Hugs, Pam

  6. A house that was a home…

  7. bittersweet to see it, i am sure.

  8. What a wonderful walk down memory lane Dianna! And your ending brought tears to my eyes…. “all that’s missing…”
    I love it. 🙂

  9. So many memories within those walls. Although with the changes inside, it’s hard to remember it was home until I see the front porch pillars!! Even without that ever present swing, that still looks like home.

  10. Love it! Sending you kisses

  11. What a difference… but I do know the exact spot in the house where this was taken.
    I was anticipating this as a post after you told me you had gone in recently..
    A very heartfelt one today..

  12. Beautiful memories. It’s wonderful your childhood home is still standing and can be enjoyed for many decades to come. It must have been very heartening and bittersweet to walk through it again. 🙂

  13. Dianna that was so moving. Then I read all the wonderful comments and got choked up again. Thinking about how beautifully you write about and cherish the memory of your mother…. you get the picture.The lovely picture you have painted for us.

  14. Shirley Matthews Dunn

    How wonderful it was to go back to your family home. I would love to be able (think about it often) to go back and walk through my Grandmother’s and my parents house on the other side of the tower. Also our home in Smithfield. I am sure I would have many emotions. How wonderful that you were given the chance to go through yours. Wonderful post!

  15. I love the black and white photo of you chuckling and enjoying something your mother said or just her holding you! It is a precious memory kept forever in this picture.
    I think it would be hard to go back into one of my homes, where I don’t live anymore. It may be interesting, but I am not sure I would do this. I liked how you did it, anyway!

  16. What a wonderfully nostalgic opportunity!

  17. Lovely nostalgic post, Dianna. Isn’t it good to see those old homes get a new look and be ready to welcome another family into it? I still drive by my parents’ home and wish for another look inside. You were blessed to get to do this.

  18. It seems everyone had a porch swing at one time. I miss that. I can see everyone tripping over that kitchen step! It’s just not the same when mom is gone.

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