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| Carol, Mommy, Daddy, Lorrie and Frankie |
My Mom said she cried for a year not realizing how much she missed
living in the city and how much she hated the dirt!
As you can see in this photo, the streets were
not yet paved back then.
My brother remembers walking to school with Wonder Bread
bags tied over his shoes so they wouldn’t get muddy.
and family, she would need to learn to drive.
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| Mommy, Baby Lorraine & Daddy |
house that her dad built.
On the other side was the house that our
dear Mr. & Mrs. Paul lived in.
this is where I would sent flashlight signals to
Carolyn as her window faced our house.
The basement (or cellar as we called it) was kind of nasty. The paint on the walls was badly chipped and not like the clean and organized place of my childhood. There were still several
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‘down the bank‘.
Then he decided sledding was a safer alternative.
Not for me being the smallest and youngest on the top of a four-high stack of kids on a speeding sled!
We laugh now remembering those days of our youth!
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I never heard my dad curse or swear.
But he had two expressions that we will forever remember about him.
I think they are so unique, so him.
They still make me chuckle inside.
If we did something stupid or wrong, he would look at us with his beautiful blue eyes
and ask the piercing question,
“What ails you?“
It always produced remorse for whatever we had just done.
When he was frustrated with something that didn’t work right or was not made well, his favorite saying was,
“Fling it down the bank”!
ha… there have been many things I have thought about flinging down the bank!
What lovely memories you have of your childhood. Incredible that you were able to go back and visit your old house and wonderful that you got all the photos. I'm so glad I popped along and read this. TFS.
Oh! I love this post! So full of memories that you shared, the photos of your home past and present! How fun! And that your dad built this one and your other home afterwards. That is neat that you were able to go back and see everything! I love your dad's workbench! And how amazing that your mom's curtains she made were still there.
Growing up with my dad in the military, we moved every 2 years and then maried to a military man, it was moving every 3 years. But I would love to go to all the past houses I lived in and take a photo of them now and see inside.
And such lovely photos of you and your family.
Yay! A wee bit of free blog time…my server has been acting up and so randomly for the past few days, my blog would show up and then not show up! Just wanted to stop by and say hello, while I am able to.
Blessings & Aloha!
You are an amazing story teller Lorraine. I enjoyed hearing about your home and to see it was even better, thank you for sharing.
Lie was so simple back then! Lovely!
Oh my heavens what a sweet poem and your memories are fantastic! You are a wonderful storyteller. I feel like I just stepped back in time. What lovely memories of your childhood.
Hugs,
Olivia
What a trip down memory lane for you!!
So very special and although filled with memories, don't you find that when you go back, it's rarely as you remember it through the eyes of time and distance? …. Thanks for sharing!!
This is a dear and very special post. I imagine you've taken us all on a journey to our childhood homes via your own journey back. Thank you.
That is Willingboro..sorry!!
What a blessing to beable to go back and take pitures! My husbands dads from Philly and he grew up in south jersey in a town called Willinboro, hav you heard of it?
This is one of the best posts I have ever read!My childhood home is across town …I love to drive by it and look up at my bedroom window! So many special memories! I may have to take some photos one day, like you did!!
Love, love love your post. Those were "The Wonder Years". Thanks for sharing these wonderful memories. xo Nancy
Hi, just stumbled aross your blog and was nearly moved to tears by the good fortune you had in being able to walk through the home of your childhood. I, too, grew up in a Cape Cod house and over the years have dreamed about going back and walking through it. Maybe someday I will have the chance.
I loved this post about your childhood home. How lucky you were to get to see inside again. My Mother still lives in my childhood home but its not the same since my Daddy is gone. He like your father was constantly fixing things. I loved your Dad's special sayings….it made me cry remembering my own special father and his special sayings. Just a beautiful beautiful post.
I can so relate to this post, my parents sold our house when I got married…just recently I went back and took pictures from the outside, so wished I could have gone in, what a treasure to be able to do that. Since we have not been able to remain in our home my kids will do what I did, go back and view from the outside.
Even though the house is now someone else's home you and I both have memories that can't be taken away.
What a precious post.
What wonderful memories that jogged my mind back to my childhood home. I have always wanted to go back to the flat where I grew up and see what it looks like today. I'm a bit afraid of how it might be changed and think I won't recognize it. Your cellar sounds like ours but ours was creepy, especially behind the stairs!! We didn't have a family room and weren't allowed in the living room (!) so we had a play room area set up in the cellar for us. Thanks for sharing your memories and photos of your childhood home. I'm glad you got to tour it. Blessings, Pamela
What a wonderful post.
Thorougly enjoyed reading it.
Liked that "To the Creek"
I can imagine you standing thee and looking at that spot and all the old escapades passing by…..
What a beautiful post!
My Dad also built the 2 homes that I lived in as a child. I was 4 when we moved from the first one and moved to the second one where my parent's lived until my Dad passed away and my mom sold the house. It was the house he died in. My Hubby delivers mail to the house now and my parent's would be proud that it is well cared for and loved!
Hugs,
Debbie
I am so glad you have good memories of your childhood home. I guess I have a few. Thank you for sharing your heart today.
God bless you.
Bren
there is a huge pregnant person in one of the pictures;)
Sniff, sniff. What a wonderful post. I love your little cape cod. I live in a cape house, so special to me, too. We had an aqua '57 Chevy, too!
Such special memories and what a treat to be able to go back and visit your special home once again.
This is a wonderful post full of beautiful photos. Thanks for sharing your heart with us!!
Everything about your post makes me feel so good. Thanks for sharing it all.
Oh, gosh, I just loved this post! How wonderful tht you were able to go back and revisit your childhood home!… Donna
What a lovely story and beautifully written.
Best Carolyn
So glad you shared this with us! What a cute cape! My house is so similar to the house I grew up in, sometimes I get confused where I am!!! Ha!
That was great. What a sweet post and such lovely memories. I am so glad you got to go through your childhood home! Sounds like you had a wonderful childhood, filled with love!
These are so great!!! We had a '57 Chevy when I was small, too. Not sure if I have pictures, I need to search the picture box. Thanks for the peak into your childhood.
Lorraine- I lost my first post here! UGH! Anyway, I love your old house and what fun to see it through your eyes and memory. Wasn't it fun to feel so safe and protected and play to your heart's content in the neighborhood without worrying about kidnappings, etc.?
My childhood home burned down about 15 years ago. I last saw it in 1982 when we removed my mother from the house.
Thank you for the sweet post today..it makes me feel nostalgic and just a bit homesick for those long-gone days! xxoo Diana
Oh, how I loved reading this post…I wonder if all of us "of a certain age" grew up in the same house…built by our Dads right after the war. Thanks so much for sharing the memories! Love the part about shining the flashlight into your best friend's bedroom…we would have done something like that:-)
Hugs,
Cheryl at My Sister's Cottage
What a darling house and fun memories. So happy you had the opportunity to return and share with us. I love the car in the photos and your family pictures are priceless.
what beautiful memories. It's been years since I've seen the house that I grew up in. It was sold quite some time ago before my father passed away as he was no longer able to live on his own. I miss that house. I should drive by one of these days
What wonderful family memories you have and I know you cherish them! I cherish mine too and just can't imagine not having them in the recesses of my cluttered mind! lol The old days were the best days!
Blessings~
Oh, this is a lovely post! Thanks for the stroll down memory lane…er,um, Otter Branch Drive! Reminiscing can be very good medicine!
What a precious, special and priceless post. I'm so happy that you were able to see your old home, that is incredible. I wish I could peek in and see the one I was raised in too.
Again, a treasure of a post, thanks for sharing.
Nancy
Such priceless memories, how wonderful that you got to take a look at your old home where you grew up!
What a wonderful post. I would love to go back and see our first house. Lovely memories.
Carol