I went to my ancestral home this weekend. My paternal grandfather built it as his generation progressed, moving the large family out of their rented home and into this single floor house, and eventually adding another floor too. 172 more words
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I spent most of the day at Mom and Dad's house yesterday with Thomas as he went about taking possession of the China cabinet that actually held China. I was overwhelmed by a sense of sadness as we slowly take down possessions, keepsakes and treasures that maybe only Mom or Dad knew the value. It is now a home in transition. Furniture gone, tables gathered together, rooms being emptied slowly, knick knacks accumulating where the couch, then Dad's hospital bed, and then a couch again had been.
It’s a home Dad built, and Mom decorated; mostly from their Sears charge card.
So many memories, so many feelings running through my mind. Family Christmas gatherings, game nights, Mom’s Friday Makah Days kickoff luncheon. 181 more words
I’m writing this post from the cozy comfort of my childhood home. I’m sitting at the desk in my old room, where I used to do my homework and dig my head into girly teen magazines while listening to Nirvana, trying to get over my unrequited crush. 1,333 more words