Tuesday, February 24, 2009

HOME



This is the house I grew up in. My maternal grandparents home. My children had this watercolor done for me on my 60th birthday. It was such a special present.
This was a small house, we were on top of each other. My mother and I moved in with my grandparents when my father died. It was the center of the family. All my cousins
would come visit all the time. They ate my treats. I had to hide them.
My cousin/sister came every summer and lived with us all summer.

Such memories.

This house has been in our family for close to seventy years...until today. I found
out tonight it has been sold. I am sad...

The artist is Lizi Beard.

13 comments:

Tabor said...

maybe it is time for a new generation of families to make memories.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

I love this picture. You will always have fond memories and new memories are beginning to be formed.

JeanMac said...

It's great to have had the memories but I understand your feelings.

Judy said...

I am sure you have lots of memories and the picture is a wonderful gift so that you will never forget the place. I am sure you experienced a lot of love in that house.

MsGraysea said...

Beverly,
What a lovely and thoughtful gift that drawing of your childhood home is. I grew up in a very crowded house, too, but it is only in retrospect that I realize it was crowded. It seemed just wonderful and big to me in those days!
How nice that you have those memories of all the visitors, too. It is sad when it passes from the family, though! Hugs to you.

Wendy said...

Awwwww - it's sad when your childhood home gets sold. I still pass by mine and think to myself "Hmmm - they chopped down that tree. The tree we children gave our mother on mother's day back in 1958 or somewhere around that time. Hmmmm- they put up a basketball hoop? Dad would hate that!"
Fond memories.
Lovely watercolour for your 60th birthday.

SILVER said...

what a lovely picture.

i guess i do understand that tinge of sadness.. hope you feel better soon.

Silver
from One Day at a Time/Reflections

Anonymous said...

Hi Bev....First time visiting here. I like your blog a lot. Your grandson is SO cute!
I love the watercolor of the house and I know what you're saying about the sadness. I felt the same way when I had to put my aunt's house up for sale. That place had always been "home" to me. It's been with new owners 5 years now, but I still think of it often.
Terri
http://www.islandwriter.net

Darlene said...

Your childhood home looks like a lovely house to grow up in.

My childhood home was actually the end of a Lodge building and how I envied the kids who lived in regular houses. I was surprised to find that they envied me my home. It has been torn down now and a Safeway store is in the spot where I lived. I don't want to see it again because it depresses me.

Kay Dennison said...

What a glorious painting!!! And how lovely of your children to gift you so beautifully!

Beverly said...

I'm sorry I haven't been by. What a beautiful photo and poignant post.

I lived in a little house too, but there were just my parents and I who lived there. I rarely drive by now that my mother is gone. I'm the one who actually sold it. I understand your thoughts.

Anonymous said...

Oh, ouch. I'm so glad you have that picture, though. What a beautiful gift. Every time I'm back "home," I still drive by the house where I lived for my entire childhood, and I sometimes wish I could buy it back somehow.

Sky said...

what a thoughtful gift!

so sorry the house has been sold to someone outside the family. maybe you can do a walk-through for old times sake before the new family moves in. sounds like you made some wonderful memories there.