January Slide Show #19
I grew up in a house where I could literally climb the walls.
I sometimes wonder if it is strange to have such a strong attachment to a building made of wood and bricks. But I’m not going to ask the question because I don’t want to really hear the answer.
I adored my house. It was like another member of my family to me. Seriously, I get sad that I was never able to introduce it to my husband or my kids. It is my first and last definition of Home. Everywhere else I’ve lived fits somewhere in between (although, the Blue Bungalow is not far behind).
Today I looked at this picture and could immediately feel the wood- the smooth banister, the rough walls. I get flashes of memories, in smells and sounds, mostly. I still breathe in the scent from the cedar wood. My mind tunes in with the echo of the stairs- the hollow sound of the twelve wooden steps that resounded with each smack of my feet. I still hear the creaking floors and feel of the warm winter sun through the west windows, by the piano. Yes, these details pull me home, and I wish I could go back.
And there are other things this picture reminds me of. I miss the walls that led to the children’s wing (it sounds like a mansion when I say “wing” but it wasn’t. That’s just what we called it -it jutted out of the house like, well, a wing and it was where we children slept and played). Back to the walls. They were made of brick. It was there that I would position my feet between each cube of stone, climb as close to the ceiling as possible, and wait. My goal was to jump down and scare the next person to walk down the hallway (usually hoping it was Guy), but I was never Ninja enough. It was always worth a try.
I was certainly dorky enough.
Have a great weekend! January Slide Show ends Monday.
This slide show is to remember Kodachrome’s 75 years on this earth. Click here.