Childhood Memories, Life Adventures

The Empty House

The living room of my childhood home in New Albany, Indiana. 1725 Grantline Road.

I always wanted to slide down the stairs but the post at the bottom would surely cause embarrassing injury. If one was obese it may have been difficult to squeeze through the narrow archway to the kitchen. The heating vents were cozy to stand on during cold winters before going to school. The ceiling fan was a fancy edition, along with air conditioning and a color tv. The house was always blended with the fragrance of mom’s green beans cooking in the kitchen and dad’s cigarette smoke in the living room.

This photo was taken years after my parents died and I prepared the house for sale. As I removed the old carpeting I was surprised to see, for the first time, the original wooden floors that gloriously illuminated each room. Since I was now living in California I had to pass this faithful home to another family who would make their own memories.

Mom was always so proud of her only adoptive son. Sometimes dad drank too much and yelled at mom. But although every family has its own problems, I believe our understanding and appreciation for each other overcame all of life’s obstacles. Thick sunshine would always remind us of God’s love by beaming warmly through wooden-framed windows.

If respected, I’m sure this old home will forever provide a safe shelter for its new owner.

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