From Cara I remember a little when we lived in Quinby, but we spent the longest time in the blue two-story house in Sierra Village. It was a neighborhood of 5 streets and next to train tracks. We lived next to a wooded lot that I played dirt bikes and built forts in with the neighborhood boys. I shared a huge room with my sister until I was just too cool to share anymore, and moved downstairs (leaving her with the huge room to herself-was that a smart move?) At some point, Mom painted a gigantic rainbow on my wall, at my request. I remember sliding (tumbling) down the stairs in a laundry basket. I remember running circles around the house. I remember the woodpile outside. I remember the tree that we used to climb. And a yellow kitchen where we made homemade yogurt. Is that right?
I only had one house growing up, I didn't live anywhere else until I got married unless you count dorm life for a year. I started with the smallest bedroom - red shag carpet. I came home from a visit with my cousins one summer to find bunk beds I had been begging for forever. Later, Tracy moved into the living room converted to her bedroom and I got the next bigger room that she left. We had a wood "cabin" out back that we loved and later built a 2 story garage that I had so much fun riding my bike on the cement foundation before they finished it. Mom and dad were very patient about letting me redecorate my room every five years or so I guess. I loved living there, I was never in a rush to leave I guess until I wanted to live with Scott and got married.
Joy Brooks here :) My refuge growing up was my grandmother's house in Rock Hill. She was the center of my world. Grandmother lived just 2 blocks from my church growing up and from Winthrop University, which explains why MOST of my friends growing up were from "that side of town" and not really from my school (Beth P. Blackmon was the exception.) Grandma's house was tiny, but comfortable and backed up to a WONDERFUL park where a creek ran through. I LIVED in that park doing tomboy things like digging for "crawdads" in the creek and getting my new boots ruined. My room there was furnished with everything from MY mom's childhood, which was neat. Grandma's house was the place all my friends gathered, where sleepovers were hosted, and lots of love was doled out unconditionally. When I was really young, Grandma and Granddaddy maintained a huge garden (at least it was huge from my childhood perspective) which yielded fresh veggies and canned goods that we enjoyed year round. My favorite meal of all time that will NEVER be replicated was grandma's fresh turnip greens and cornbread fritters! Salivating now :) MAN, do I miss my precious grandmother. But, I have a constant reminder through her namesake, my little Edith Vivian :)
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From Cara
I remember a little when we lived in Quinby, but we spent the longest time in the blue two-story house in Sierra Village. It was a neighborhood of 5 streets and next to train tracks. We lived next to a wooded lot that I played dirt bikes and built forts in with the neighborhood boys. I shared a huge room with my sister until I was just too cool to share anymore, and moved downstairs (leaving her with the huge room to herself-was that a smart move?) At some point, Mom painted a gigantic rainbow on my wall, at my request. I remember sliding (tumbling) down the stairs in a laundry basket. I remember running circles around the house. I remember the woodpile outside. I remember the tree that we used to climb. And a yellow kitchen where we made homemade yogurt. Is that right?
I only had one house growing up, I didn't live anywhere else until I got married unless you count dorm life for a year. I started with the smallest bedroom - red shag carpet. I came home from a visit with my cousins one summer to find bunk beds I had been begging for forever. Later, Tracy moved into the living room converted to her bedroom and I got the next bigger room that she left. We had a wood "cabin" out back that we loved and later built a 2 story garage that I had so much fun riding my bike on the cement foundation before they finished it. Mom and dad were very patient about letting me redecorate my room every five years or so I guess. I loved living there, I was never in a rush to leave I guess until I wanted to live with Scott and got married.
Joy Brooks here :)
My refuge growing up was my grandmother's house in Rock Hill. She was the center of my world. Grandmother lived just 2 blocks from my church growing up and from Winthrop University, which explains why MOST of my friends growing up were from "that side of town" and not really from my school (Beth P. Blackmon was the exception.) Grandma's house was tiny, but comfortable and backed up to a WONDERFUL park where a creek ran through. I LIVED in that park doing tomboy things like digging for "crawdads" in the creek and getting my new boots ruined. My room there was furnished with everything from MY mom's childhood, which was neat. Grandma's house was the place all my friends gathered, where sleepovers were hosted, and lots of love was doled out unconditionally. When I was really young, Grandma and Granddaddy maintained a huge garden (at least it was huge from my childhood perspective) which yielded fresh veggies and canned goods that we enjoyed year round. My favorite meal of all time that will NEVER be replicated was grandma's fresh turnip greens and cornbread fritters! Salivating now :) MAN, do I miss my precious grandmother. But, I have a constant reminder through her namesake, my little Edith Vivian :)
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