Neighbor Houses # 4 & 5

Neighbor Houses # 4 & 5

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These are my thoughts and memories of the houses in our neighborhood when I was a kid.

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Owen’s House:

This house was directly across the street from ours. It was an okay house, sort of an orange wood frame house. I’m not sure how many bedrooms, as I can’t remember ever being in it.

Funny thing though, they had another house, a big white house, right behind this front by the street house. I don’t know why, unless the back house was original, then they built the front house? Anyway they both were there.

They had three older boys and a little girl. We didn’t have much to do with this family, but the lady and the little girl would sometimes come over for coffee with my mom. The boys were rowdy and not many got along with any of them. In fact, our other neighbor was always calling the police on them for getting in her yard. She’d also say she was going to call the FBI on them. But, I didn’t know what that meant, and I heard what she said as Yippie Yi. Like some kind of western cattle drive? Yippie Yi get along little dogies? haha 🙂

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Couch’s House:

Next door to the Owen’s house was the Couch’s house. It was very small stucco, set way back on the property lot so you could hardly know it was there. They had at least one older girl that I know of, and she was pretty, but didn’t hang out with us kids.

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Neighbor House # 1

Neighbor House # 1

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These are my thoughts and memories of the houses in our neighborhood when I was a kid.

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This house was the Seagraves’ house. I don’t have a photo, but picture a small orangy colored stucco facade. It was right next door to our house.

My good friend Linda lived there. she was a year older than me.  She had an older sister and two younger brothers. Hard to remember, but I think there was only one bedroom in that small house. Could have been two, but not sure. Guess they all managed somehow.

Anyway, Linda and the other kids and I were always either at her house our ours, and our moms would get together for coffee a lot, too.

One day the brother, who was my age and I were jumping on the bed at their house, and we bumped heads really hard. It was fun, but then when that happened his head knocked out my two front teeth!

Much, much later in years, he joined the Navy and was lost at sea in Viet Nam. His name is etched into our town’s memorial wall, along with many others.

But, back to the early days, Linda and her sister, me and my sister would sometimes get all dressed up in fancy play dresses and hats, and have tea parties with our dolls in the back yard.

Later on after all the kids had grown and left home, their mom raised chihuahua puppy dogs. She’d bring the tiny little puppies out for us to see them sometimes. So cute.

That’s about all I remember from this house and the people who lived there.

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Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge – Words With M x 2

Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge – Words With M x 2 

https://ceenphotography.com/2021/08/25/cmmc-august-alphabet-must-have-two-ms-in-the-word/

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We were to find things that have 2 Ms in the word.

• Mushroom
• Memories (2 of my charm bracelets)
• Memorial angel at a grave site
• Mausoleum in a grave yard
• Hummingbird

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House # 1 pt. 2

House # 1 pt. 2

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Photo of part of the living room looking through to the kitchen. We always had these knotty pine walls.

part of the shed and also shows cellar door at the lower edge

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Let’s see what else I remember about my childhood home.

Besides my dad building the whole house a little at a time, he later on built a large shed out in the back yard. I remember this as I was already grown and my girls were small at the time.

Half of the shed was for his many tools, and the other room was for whatever my mom wanted to put in there. She had shelves for books, poles to hang clothes on, and lots of room for her oil paintings. There were all kinds of interesting things on the shelves besides books such as knick-knacks, yard sale finds, and games. We all loved to go prowl around in there. Both sides his and hers had skylights so we could see without light fixtures, though there was electricity installed in there.

My dad also made us a cellar, though I don’t know if he did it himself or hired workers for part of it. We sure went to the cellar many times over the years. In tornado weather we’d open up the cellar door letting out the musty smelling air, descend the cement stairs, brush away spider webs, and sit down there fanning ourselves with those advertising hand fans on a stick. Once I remember I had a slumber party with  my girlfriends, and we’d go in the cellar to tell spooky stories.

Another couple of things he made for the back yard was a brick drinking water fountain, and a large outdoor fireplace.

The garden area was always full of flowers and vegetables, too.

I don’t think the house was really haunted (like my grandma’s house around the block) but a few strange things would happen from time to time.

We had a huge old fashioned upright piano in the living room, and sometimes that piano would start playing random notes with no one sitting there … especially in the middle of the night.

We could also sometimes hear large pieces of tin ? falling around in the garage, and also eerie voices calling out our names.

One night I was asleep in the middle bedroom and heard a strange noise out in the back yard. I looked out the window to see the whole yard lit up with a glowing red light. The hinged shed window was open and our dog was growling. For some reason I just went back to bed, and all was good in the morning.

Another time my mom got a little freaked out by what she thought was a portal to another dimension in the back yard. She said it was a pillar of wavy light coming down from the sky into the back yard in the middle of the morning. It was only in that one spot. She had been about to take out the trash, but said she was afraid to get near the strange light.

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Next houses # 2, 3, & 4

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House # 1

House # 1

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I’ve been planning on remembering all the houses I’ve lived in over the years. Some I will have a photo of, and others just the memories to write about.  Hope you enjoy a look back with me. 🙂

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This is the house I grew up in. There were quite a few changes since the 1950s, but it was always home.

At first it was just a small plain house, with two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen.

I remember it very well.

My dad built it all from the ground up. He was a master plumber, and I’m sure he had some help from others, like my grandad who was a master carpenter, Probably other relatives helped too.

I was just little, so don’t remember them working on it, though. I do remember before those big picture windows at the front were put in. The living room was just framed in boards and such, with no glass in the windows.

I’d sneak out in the middle of the night and sit on the frame of those windows, looking up into the sky, looking at the stars and hoping to see a UFO! Yes, even then I was drawn to the strange things.

I lived in this house until I got married at 19.

We’d come back now and again to live here with the kids when the Mr. was overseas with the Army.

We hated to sell this house of so many memories when my dad passed.

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Next house post will be more memories of this one.

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This Old House

Image of inside old abandoned room – found on Pixabay

This Old House

Held together with duct tape and dust

This old house doesn’t mind the must

To wipe away the grime and the crust

Would destroy all the love, would just

Leave a hollow amongst the rust

Would betray the love and null the trust

So I won’t clean

If you know what I mean

As you open the screen

Begin to glean

There will be no sheen

Just duct tape and dust

And memories from long, long ago

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© 2020 BS

 

 

dVerse Poets – Quadrille 44 – Drum

dVerse Poets – Quadrille 44 – Drum

Quadrille #106

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Hot June night

Amusement park picnic

Families gathered

Native American pow wow

Drumming, dancing, dreaming

Tales to tell – tickets to ride

Heartbeats of the old ways

Merging with the new days

My memories are good ones

Drumbeats stir my old soul

Past Life remembrance

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For dVerse Poets – Quadrille 44 – Drum

Quadrille #106

Thanks for hosting, Mish!

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© 2020 BS

Dear Diary – June 1 – 4 , 1961

Dear Diary – June 1 – 4 , 1961

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For those who haven’t seen my Dear Diary posts before, a little explanation. This is my actual diary I wrote in for a full year, when I was 10 years old. I wrote every day, sometimes a lot, sometimes a little, sometimes funny, sometimes boring, but it was all recorded. Names of relatives are only first initials with relationship in parentheses. I’ve typed the entries just as I wrote them, misspellings and all, but corrected in parentheses. More posts of Dear Diary can be found by using categories, or search box. Hope you enjoy reading my childhood diary! 🙂

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Dear Diary,

6/1/61 – I played. It was mother’s birthday. We went to town. I got her  box of powder, and a vace (vase) of flowers. P (sister) got her a bottle of perfume. N (aunt) got her a perfume bottle. J & D (cousins) got her some flowers. I spent the night over J’s.

6/2/61 – I played all day. J (cousin) and I played in the water. Then we went to the driving Range (at the golf course). B (aunt) went with us.

6/3/61 – We played. We went to get Dusty (our dog) and Toro (grand-ma’s dog) vaxanatied (vaccinated). then we went to Grannys, T (uncle was over. Granny went home with him. We went to the dime store. We got a 101 Dalmation set.  (I think this was one of those plastic Colorforms boxes)

6/4/61 – I played. We went to Grand mas. Then we went to B’s. (aunt). Daddy and H (uncle) went glofing (golfing) at night. Grand pa came over and ate supper with us.

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This is the end of the series “Dear Diary”. I’ve done the whole year’s worth.

If you would like to read earlier entries you can find them tagged ‘Dear Diary’.

Thanks so much for stopping by, reading, and leaving your likes and comments. I appreciate it very much. ❤

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© 2020 BS

 

Dear Diary – May 20 – 31 , 1961

Dear Diary – May20 – 31, 1961

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For those who haven’t seen my Dear Diary posts before, a little explanation. This is my actual diary I wrote in for a full year, when I was 10 years old. I wrote every day, sometimes a lot, sometimes a little, sometimes funny, sometimes boring, but it was all recorded. Names of relatives are only first initials with relationship in parentheses. I’ve typed the entries just as I wrote them, misspellings and all, but corrected in parentheses. More posts of Dear Diary can be found by using categories, or search box. Hope you enjoy reading my childhood diary! 🙂

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Dear Diary,

5/20/61 – J (cousin) and I played. We went to the air show (put on by the Air Force). When we came home we played. Grand ma came over and N (aunt) came over. We asked if we could spend the night over there. The men went fishing. N spent the night over Grand ma’s. We did too. I slept on the coucth (couch)

5/21/61 – I played all day. We went to the store. When we came back we played. Then we went home and played. then we went to see how much money it would cost to go to Idho (Idaho). When we came home Grand-pa came over and ate super with us.

5/22/61 – I went to school. When I came home I played.

5/23/61 – I went to school. when I came home I played. Then we went to the store. Then went to Grand-mas. Aunt D came over. When we came home I played.

5/24/61 – I went to school. When I came home I played. At night Grand pa came over. B, H, V, D, and J (aunt, uncle & cousins) came over.We played a long time.

5/25/61 – I went to school. J (cousin) came over to play. When she went home we went to the golf range.

5/26/61 – I went to school and I played.

5/27/61 – I played all day. C and E (great aunt and uncle) came over Grand mas.

5/28/61 – I played. We went to Church – When we got home I played with J (aunt)

5/29/61 – I went to school. When I came home I played. Grand pa came over.

5/30/61 – I played with J (aunt) She and V (cousin) spent the night.

5/31/61 – I went to  school. It was the last day. When I came home we went to the store. Then to the dime store.

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© 2019 BS

What Happened to Old Clothes? – NaNoPoblano 2019 – Day # 9

What Happened to Old Clothes? – NaNoPoblano 2019 – Day # 9

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You know, sometimes I get to thinking about some of the clothes I’ve had over the years, and wondering whatever happened to them. I don’t still have them, so where did they go?

If they were totally worn out, I’m sure I threw them away. If I was just tired of them, and they were still good, I know I donated them to the thrift stores collections.

But others, I just don’t know.

I remember some for liking them a lot, or because of some memory they hold. For two examples, I had a couple of dresses I hated. This was back when I was in elementary school. I didn’t have much choice in my clothes back then, as my mom bought them, so I wore them.

One was a pretty sky blue shift type dress, with shoulder epaulets of a multi-color fabric. It was okay, but I got teased from other kids that it made me look like a football player with big shoulders. I tried not to wear it very much.

Another was blue and white, dropped waist with plaid. It had a little collar and a plaid tie in front. That was another I didn’t like, because I figured girls didn’t wear ties. I (in secret) yanked on that tie until it ripped the whole thing apart. Never had to wear it again.

Years later, I sewed my own clothes after I learned how. I liked all of them, as they were my own creation. I got to choose the pattern and fabric. I even combined patterns to make original, new kinds of clothes.

I had one dress I really liked, but it got stolen. This was after I was married. I wore it to a relative’s house we were visiting for a week or so. I know who did it – my husband’s cousin – but I couldn’t prove it.

Another thing got stolen off the clothesline. It was a black t-shirt that I’d done fabric painting on, of feathers, and added embellishments of real feathers and beads. A neighborhood kid stole it. Couldn’t prove that either, but his sister told me he did.

Anyway, it’s interesting what remains in our memories.

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© 2019 BS