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.”.
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