My Childhood Home

Today’s the day! It’s your chance to share some of your favorite memories of your childhood home. Give me details: what comes flooding back when you think about it now?

My house was a white split level next door to the church where my dad was the minister. I remember the oak tree we climbed in our back yard, and the acorns we gathered from it to wing at our siblings. I remember using the tree to climb onto the roof of our house, and then being spotted on the roof by a neighbor driving by. He stopped the car and knocked on our front door to tell my mom what I’d been up to.

I remember the orange and gold diamond-patterned carpet in the kitchen, and how I played hopscotch on the diamonds. I remember my sister lying on that carpet tantruming at the ripe old age of 3 because she didn’t want to come inside for her nap.

I remember the storage closet under the basement stairs — it was the perfect place for a clubhouse, despite the ancient croquet set and the musty sleeping bags that took up part of the space.

I remember the sunny picture window in the living room where my dad hung a long shelf up high from four chains hooked into the ceiling, so that my mom could keep her plants safe from the many little ones in the house.

I remember sitting at that picture window in the living room in winter, watching the snow fall and the cars spin their wheels as they tried to drive up the hill on the street in front of our house. Always, always, my dad would go give them a push to get them going again.

I remember being fascinated by the tiny perfect hole in the window where a BB had been shot by a neighbor boy, and putting my tongue on the icy hole, and having my tongue freeze right to the glass. For a moment, before my panicked breath warmed the glass, I thought I was truly stuck.

Out that same window, I also remember watching my dad, thrilled over his brand-new snowblower, systematically clearing the driveways of half a dozen bemused neighbors, all with a black furry Russian-style hat on his head and a beatific smile on his face.

I remember bedtimes singing hymns with my mom as she nursed the latest baby. I remember morning devotions around the dining table with my dad, with the warmth of the basement wood stove filtering up to my feet through the vent in the floor.

Precious memories of home. I’m sure you have some too. Will you please share them with us all? Put your post up on your blog. Sign up below on Mr. Linkie. If you don’t have a blog, you can leave your story in comments. Then go to visit others who are sharing their own memories. It will be interesting to see what types of things are important enough to children to ‘stick’ with them their whole lives. I can’t wait to hear your stories!

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  1. Mary, I just stumbled across your “My Childhood Home” idea a few minutes ago on some other blog and loved it so I rushed back to my blog and created my post!

    I love the memories you’ve shared about your house. Amazing how vivid those memories are, even after many years, isn’t it?

  2. Precious memories for sure. Thanks so much for hosting this. Great idea.

    Have a blessed weekend.


  3. summershine says:

    Thanks for sharing your memories and for this fantastic idea. I can’t wait to read others memories too.

  4. what wonderful memories. i love that your mother sang hymns to you as you went to sleep.

  5. thanks for hosting this Mary
    its a great idea 🙂

  6. carrielouise says:

    You have some great memories! I’m so glad I happened upon this idea!

  7. What great memories! This has inspired me to write about my visits to my grandmother’s home in rural Vermont, and also to write about some other memories at other times in my life. How fun! Thanks for hosting this!

  8. This is a great idea. I had so much fun bringing back these memories. Thanks for hosting!

  9. Sorry but I did the Mr linky thing wrong. I’ve never done that before and after I clicked to add my name I realized I should’ved link that particular post and not just my home page. If I can correct I would be happy to do so

  10. This was a lot of fun. 🙂 I had so many great memories I really just had to make myself stop writing. 🙂 Thank you for hosting this. 🙂

  11. Thank you so much for doing this. I had a great time going down memory lane while I wrote my post. I look forward to reading others.


  12. That’s lovely, Mary! I posted mine, but reading yours made me remember our entry way with a secretary chest/desk right beside the closet that was under the stairs. It would have been a perfect hide-out, and I often thought that, but it was needed for storage.

    What a great idea. I’m so glad you are hosting this.

  13. WHOOPS! I just discovered my link was only viewable by me. Sorry! I fixed it.

    Thanks again for hosting this, Mary!

  14. I love this idea! Thanks for hosting!!

  15. People always write soooooooooo beautifully about the sentimental things… I bet this is going to make for some really excellent reading. What a great topic idea. Thanks!

  16. Hi Mary! I just found your site through Overwhelmed With Joy’s. I love this meme, and will have to look around your blog some more.

  17. This is a really great idea! Thanks for sharing this.

  18. My post is up:

    This was a great idea and a really fun post for me to write. Thanks!

  19. sincerelyanna says:

    I really loved thinking back to my childhood. My parents are now divorced and we rarely ever go down memory lane when family gets together. So, thanks for the opportunity to reflect on happier times and recount the blessings with a cheerful heart.

  20. It was fun to try to bring up those memories. thanks for hosting. blessings…

  21. We had a BB hole in our front window, too! I’m loving all these stories. Thanks so much for hosting this carnival. 🙂

  22. I saw this post on Fiddledeedee and came here to see yours. I’m going to post one right now on my blog!

  23. awe that was so cool!!!! great stories!

  24. This is so much fun! I didn’t realize how much I would remember all the little things until I started blogging about it. It’s been years since we lived in my childhood home, but all of a sudden it feels like yesterday!

  25. Thanks for the idea! Lots to remember. Wow! I would not have thought to write about this on my own. Happy Friday!!

  26. This was a great idea and made me a little sentimental this morning. Thanks for letting us all in on it.

  27. This was so much fun! I enjoyed revisiting my memories of my childhood “home”. Thanks for the excuse to walk down memory lane. 🙂

  28. thediaperdiaries says:

    I loved doing this. Thanks for the memories!

  29. Thank you so much for putting this together. So fun!

  30. I found this link via Jenni at Four More Feet and used it for my post today. When I get home from work I cant wait to read everyone elses stories.
    THank you fo hosting this, and have a great weekend.

  31. Thanks for the opportunity to remember as I prepare the house that I grew up in to sell. I love sentimental posts so it was fun reading through all of yours. Happy blogging.

  32. Wonderful memories Mary. Thanks for sharing.

  33. I very much enjoyed doing this! It is so interesting to see what we remember!

    I’m glad your tongue didn’t get cut on the hole in the window!

  34. That was awesome. I’m often sad that I don’t remember more about Daddy. This makes me wish even more that I had known him longer.

  35. I love this…such a great idea and it sounds like you had a great, wholesome upbringing!

    I can’t wait to sit down and recount my childhood home now!

  36. Thanks for hosting this, it really got the memories “flowing” for me. Now if I can get on with my day without crying… 😉

  37. Great idea Mary! I saw your carnival on several sites I read; thanks for letting us all play along!

  38. I just love your post, your ideas and your blog.
    It is one of the best I have had the pleasure of coming across.
    I will definitely come back to visit… Thanks for the memories!


  39. Your memories are lovely. I especially liked the part about sitting around the kitchen table in the morning with the wood stove going.

  40. I just added mine. Thanks for the idea!

  41. My post is up too! This is such fun, Mary!

  42. I LOVE this idea and have just posted my memories on my blog as well. Thanks!

  43. Mary, thanks for the wondeful idea. I don’t have a blog of my own. I appreciate you letting me post my memories here.

    Childhood Home

    I remember the first time I saw my childhood home. I was seven years old and it was at the end of a day of house hunting. I had seen several houses that I liked. They were new and in neighborhoods much like the one we were leaving. I had seen that my mother also saw some homes that she liked but father had been disinterested through the whole day. We headed out to the country to look at one last house. We searched for the house and finally we saw it.

    It was a lonely and forlorn house in the middle of a field of weeds with scrap metal littering the yard. Definitely, not the house of my dreams. I looked up and saw the look in my father’s eyes and I knew we had found our new home. My father when he looked at the house did not see what it was but he saw what it could be with love and hard work.

    My heart was as heavy as the clouds in the sky when we moved to our new home. I was leaving my neighborhood full of friends and my beloved teacher Mrs. Lightfoot for a house in the “middle of nowhere”. My mood wasn’t helped by the fact that it rained everyday for a month and that my new teacher didn’t call me “honey” or “sweetheart”.

    My father started right away to make our new house a home. He and my brother cleared out the scrap metal. My dad bought a tractor to mow the weeds down. A generous plot was plowed for our new garden. I can still taste the fruit of our labor– fresh tomatoes, green beans, cantaloupe and watermelon. Delicious!!

    My mother painted and carpeted the house and planted flowers all around the outside. The home bloomed under her hand. No longer did the house look lonely and forlorn but loved and lived in. There were countless projects through the years clearing trees, pouring sidewalks and driveways, adding additions etc… Each project made our house more of a home.

    I have many wonderful memories from my childhood home and one of my favorites is of my pet cow, Whiteface. Whiteface thought he was a dog. We bought our pet cow at a country auction when he was a calf. The only other animal we had at the time was a dog and Whiteface learned all of his behavior from the dog. As soon as Whiteface would see us, he would come running to greet us, bucking with joy. He loved us to pet him and rub behind his ears. When he was really happy he would lick us just like a dog!! He loved to eat our scraps of watermelon rind. I was so disappointed when we purchased other cows and they acted like cows instead of dogs.

    By the time I graduated from High School our house was truly lovely. It was warm, cozy and welcoming. The most common response when I told people where I lived was “I love your house!” It was a far cry from the forlorn house I had moved into as a child. As I’ve gotten older and have reflected on my father’s vision. It reminds me of our Heavenly Father’s vision for each of us. He sees what we can be with His love and care and how we too can bloom under His hand.

    Isaiah 51:3 For the LORD shall comfort Zion: he will comfort all her waste places; and he will make her wilderness like Eden, and her desert like the garden of the LORD; joy and gladness shall be found therein, thanksgiving, and the voice of melody.

  44. I love your memories of your childhood home. I am going to add mine to a post on my own blog. Thanks for the idea!!

  45. This was a really great idea. thanks for hosting!

  46. Cool idea! I was happy to hear about this from Everyday Mommy. I’m not a mom (or a dad for that matter), but I’m all about childhood. Keep up the great work!

  47. I stumbled across this carnival, and decided to participate in hopes of meeting new bloggers. I don’t know if I did it right, being this was my first one, but either way, this was an awesome carnival!

  48. Great memories. Thanks for sharing!

  49. Fabulous meme, especially with your intention. What will they really remember? 🙂

  50. Cultivating happy memories and special places connects us with our other selves. Sometimes we forget where we’ve been. This is a great exercise and it was wonderful to read about your home.