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Dawn - edging ever closer to 30, although I still feel like I'm 21. :) I'm married to a youth pastor ('Big G'), and have THREE wonderful kids: a five year-old son ('Little G'), a just turned two year-old daughter ('A'), and our newest little girl blessing, Baby R, was born May 28/07!! They keep me hopping as I juggle them, my WAH part-time job as an accountant, being a pastor's wife, and of course hobbies like quilting, scrapbooking, and blogging!

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Friday, July 20, 2007
My Childhood Home
Mary over at Owlhaven is hosting something fun today - everyone's posting their memories of their childhood home. It's been fun reading everyone's thoughts so far!

My childhood home is still my parent's home - they bought it shortly before they were married, and live there still, some 30 years later. Until I went to college and got married, I had slept in the same room my entire life.

I remember playing in the front yard under the branches of the birch trees in the winter time, trying to make toast by holding bread over the steam from a thermos full of boiling water. Obviously my mom knew it wouldn't work, but she filled up the thermos all the same.

I remember swinging on the swingset in our tiny backyard (which I never realized was small until I was much older), the posts coming up out of the ground a bit every time I swung upwards.

I remember planting the vegetable garden every spring with my dad, carefully making the hills to plant the seeds in, each year the exact same order of which seeds went in which hill.

I remember letting my room get really messy and then doing a giant cleaning day all at once, taking everything off my bookshelf and then reorganizing...usually getting distracted several times reading a book I hadn't seen for a while.

I remember waking at night to hear my parents yelling again, and promising myself I wouldn't be like that when I grew up.

I remember riding tricycles around with my best friend in the basement before it was developed. (But strangely, I remember nothing about the process of finishing the basement - it was unfinished one day and finished the next, in my memory.)

I remember not being allowed to eat or drink in the living room because we might spill and get the carpet dirty. Except on Christmas Eve, when mom put out a giant spread of appetizer foods, just for our little family, and we sat in the living room with a roaring fire, and ate all evening.

I remember eating rice pudding or scrambled eggs and peas with my mom and sister on nights dad was working late. I remember mom getting so frustrated trying to make pie dough that we were forbidden from coming near the kitchen, and just listened to her getting angry at her inability to make it work. And I remember learning to bake in that little kitchen, often making a new kind of cookies or squares for my family.

I remember writing my parents a note (complete with 'circle yes or no') asking if I would be allowed to ride my bike to school. (Clearly my aversion to any kind of confrontation goes waaay back...)

I remember much about my childhood home, and I am thankful for the stability that still being able to visit it has given me. When the day eventually comes that my parents sell the house, there will definitely be some tears shed by this child.


Thanks, Mary, for hosting this!

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At July 21, 2007 6:04 AM, Blogger Rebekah said...

We moved several times growing up. I had always wished we had one house and that I could visit there now and relive my memories.
thanks for sharing

At July 21, 2007 10:50 PM, Blogger Owlhaven said...

Loved the thermos story!! And I cleaned my room the same way!



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