Memories Of Home

~I've lived just across the street from the house I was born and raised in now for about 20-years.
During those years it has been occupied by many different families and undergone many changes. It no longer resembles the house that I remember as a child, but here are a few photos I took of the things that stick in my memory the most....


~The china cabinet in the dining room that Dad built. Below the glass doors in the sliding panels there was a built-in TV on the right side. (Mom kept my PJ's in the one on the left side!)


~One of the ornate baseboards at the bottom of the casing to the front door. I guess this sticks in my memory so well because I was always laying on the floor there and looking at it.


~The narrow steps going down to the basement. Not much has changed down there and it still has the same damp, earthy smell I remember when I played down there as a child.


~The curve in the steps leading upstairs to the bedrooms. 40-years ago I would have been on my butt sliding down them!! (I think my feet haven't changed much in size since then but unfortunately my butt has! Haha!)


~The view from the top of the steps...How many times did I look at that window and not realise how unique it was?


~Looking out my old bedroom window! I used to climb out there and sit on the roof all the time! I once jumped off and didn't even get hurt! I remember sneeking back in the house because Mom would have had a heart attack if she caught me!

~I ventured up to the attic through some pull-down steps installed in the ceiling of Mom and Dad's old bedroom. The old steps in the bathroom I remember climbing as a child had been covered up to make room for a walk-in shower.
They are still visible from the attic though and look exactly as I remembered them...


~I began looking all over the attic for something that I still see in my dreams now and then. It was a chalk drawing I made of a clock on one of the wood beams during one of the many days I spent playing house up there.
After searching all over I was about to give up and head back down the stairs when I saw it!


~That literally made my day!!!
Imagine, after all those years... my clock, with the hands permanently set at 2:30 was still there! I guess, when you really think about it, time does stand still when we venture back to places we loved as a child. We change over time and so do our surroundings, but some things always remain the same...like my clock in the attic.