Today I wanted to share with you something VERY personal. OUR HOUSE WAS A HOME! We’ve all heard that saying, but my parents sure did make it TRUE for their TEN CHILDREN! Our HOME was full of laughter and teasing, teaching moments, gospel study, always homemade bread, homemade rolls on Sundays, and I’m pretty sure everyone’s favorite, homemade (not from a box) chocolate cake. My dad was a disciplinarian and my mom the softer one, and we all knew we were LOVED. I usually don’t write so personal, but I couldn’t let this opportunity slip by without documenting the memories I have of 2075.
I moved here when I was two years old. I was the fourth child of my mom and dad. After me, SIX more were born, giving them seven boys and three girls. My mother stayed home with us, never leaving to work. She had plenty of work within the walls of that home, and boy did she ever work!! She washed windows regularly, ironed, cleaned our bathrooms EVERY day, changed our bed sheets EVERY week, vacuumed EVERY day, as well as ALL of the cooking! She would stand at the sink and knead the dough for the bread by hand, making about ten loaves at a time!
My mom just a month or so ago while I was staying with her, told me one morning sitting at her breakfast counter, that she had started to feel like her home was too much to take care of. It has lots of stairs and a big yard that was a lot for her and others to keep up. My dad LOVED his yard and would spend hours and hours grooming and caring for every single plant and blade of grass. It was ALWAYS tidy and green and you could assuredly say it was immaculate! He never wanted to move and I’m so happy that he passed away there, and not in a hospital.
From the time my mama started thinking about moving and actually signing the contract, was only a few weeks. She lives in a beautiful area and not many houses go up for sale there. If they do, they are gone in a few days. She had the help of my nephew in the sale. He took such great care of her. He referred to her as GRANDMA in the negotiating.
She was blessed to be able to find something ABSOLUTELY PERFECT for her within just a few days. While she waited for a response to her offer, there were several other offers that came in, all of which were more than hers. But when it came down to it, the owner of that place, felt inspired that it should go to “GRANDMA”! We all knew that it was meant to be! ABSOLUTELY NO DOUBT! We’re thinking that perhaps my daddy had a hand in all this…. at least we know that he would approve!
Now as we all say goodbye to our “HOME” it brings back a flood of memories! I live a few hours away and happened to be in Salt Lake City last week, and so I took the opportunity to go and spend some time there, before my mama leaves for good. Our house was most definitely our HOME! I walked in and remembered……
Remembering all the times I walked up the stairs, to greet my parents. It almost felt like both my mama and daddy would be there that day. I remember my dad giving me a blessing during a very rough time for me, there in the living room when he was so sick but still able to talk. I remember the dinners around our dining room table. Roast and potatoes and gravy, green beans, and homemade rolls were my favorite! I remember the “snack-bar” where we would sit on Saturday mornings eating mama’s sourdough pancakes. I remember my room with the bright blue and lime green flowered wallpaper. I remember vacuuming on Saturdays (this may have been the only day my mom didn’t do the vacuuming herself). I remember babysitting my younger siblings and them running down the hallway and jumping on the sofa! I remember the yard I played in and the big willow tree that used to be there where I would play with my babydolls. I remember picking raspberries, strawberries, and beans from daddy’s garden.
My dad had a SHED….. it is so cute! I love taking pictures by it, and have posted several! When I walked inside, again the memories! I saw the croquet set sitting there with every ball and mallet still there. We would play this mostly on Sundays from what I remember! I saw his workbench, his tools, the old rug covering the cement floor. It too, was so tidy. I get to have the sign that was hung on the outside….. THE SHED! My grandpa’s hat was in a beautiful yellow hat box. I get to be the one to inherit it, of which I’m so grateful! This hat was my daddy’s dad’s hat that he wore on his mission for our church! What a treasure!
Lastly I remember my BEAUTIFUL wedding there in the backyard on September 7, 2019. That blog is here. My dad was so sick then and it was just thirteen days before he passed. He woke up just in time to be there and witness me marrying the man of my dreams. I’m so thankful that my new husband had the opportunity to be with my dad several times. This night was the very last time that our family was gathered together as one before he left us. And SO PERFECT that we were there as one, in our backyard…. in our HOME where we grew up. Our house was our HOME and the most beautiful setting for our UNION of LOVE.
I will miss 2075. I will miss it SO MUCH. I cried and cried in my daddy’s shed this last day there. It was so hard, but at the same time I will forever be grateful for the house that was a HOME for our big family….. my parents, seven brothers and two sisters! When I went in, it didn’t seem quite right, because so many of my mama’s knick-knacks and pictures had been packed away, in preparation for her move. But still the SPIRIT that was there, was undeniable.
Thank you mama….. and daddy! You did good! YOU BOTH DID SO GOOD! I LOVE you so much and am so thankful for all you taught me, for all of your support, for all of your LOVE! Thank you for making OUR HOUSE A HOME!
MY OUTFIT IS LINKED HERE…. all from CHICOS!