Down the hill, around the corner.
That's where I grew up. Our little house was painted yellow and trimed in brown.
It had what you would call an open concept living room and dinning room with the kitchen off to the right and mom and dads bedroom in the front to the right. I could walk you through the layout blindfolded 40 years after I left that home.
On some of my trips back to KC I will take the turn and go past the old place. I have taken my grandchildren by to see where gma grew up.
For years the lot next door was enpty and there was a small slope to the back of the lots to the woods. We used to sled there and lots of cutting across to the next house to visit.
Going though some pictures today I found this one.
I helped dad build the garage and he had a space in the loft area of it with a window overlooking the back yard. It was my space. I had my art supplies and books there. A special place to gett away by myself. The upstairs was my sisters and I room. It was one big room with the small dormer corners. Lots of angles to work around with the big brick chimeny flew up the center. I remember the heat vent was the vent in the floor and you could over hear conversations in the living room. The stairway was off the back of the kitchen.
The swing is where I had my first kiss. Bob paid my little sister to go inside and leave us alone. She told me years later she was peaking out the window.
Bob was my only boyfriend, we will share 40 years in a few weeks. Amazing, I can still remember the first time he held my hand and that first kiss.
Thanks for coming by and treaking down memory lane with me today.
Blessings, Debbie
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