My Childhood Home

by - January 22, 2013



This is my house. Well,not technically "my house". This is the house I grew up in. The house my Dad built.

It looked a little different when I lived there. I don't remember any shutters. And the siding was white (not blue). The front (top) of the house was a tudor style (white stucco with brown wood accents.
The pic to the right shows what the front door looked like when I lived there. Can you see the white and the wood? 

Many times I would drive by "my" house when I was visiting from out of town {Seattle}. There's something about being able to drive to my childhood home that seems to call me back. 

Once, several years ago, my car was parked in front of the house too long for the owners comfort. I get that. I didn't mean to stare that long. The owner walked out down the driveway and asked "Can I help you?" I didn't want to just drive off...that would be rude and maybe a little scary. So I simply said, "I grew up in this house."

I'll never forget how gracious this woman was. She said immediately, "Are you Kimberly?" This family is the one that bought the house from my Dad. They were the second all time owners of this wonderful home. And because my Dad built the house, and a few neighbors still live on that road, this woman knew my name. 
She even invited me to see the inside of the house. It had been probably close to twenty years since I had been inside so I could not pass up this chance. 

Going into the house that had been mine was surreal. Some things were the same, for example, the storm door. But, most things looked completely different. Updated appliances, fixtures, paint and floor coverings made the house look fresh and current. It was inspirational to see that my "old" house was "new" again. 
That's my Dad {below}. This is what the kitchen looked like when I lived there. It had the modern Harvest Gold appliances with a yellow laminate counter. We would not have dreamed of white appliances when the house was built. That was "old school". We wanted modern. 

But now I see that white can be timeless. 
Above you can see my husband and I in the eat-in portion of the kitchen. Notice the curtains? They had yellow/gold tones to go with the rest of the kitchen. The window was a window seat (boxed bay window). It was a very nice place to sit with morning coffee. 

The new owners converted the bay window to french doors leading out to a deck. When we lived there the only way out back was through the laundry/mud room. There was no deck. We spent our time on the driveway, which we sort of used as a patio.

It makes me happy to see that my home was taken care of. I have to believe it is loved.

You may want to check out the "Houzz Call" site to see others remember their childhood homes.



I'd love you to share your memories with me too.

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20 comments

  1. HOw nice she let you come inside!

    My parents actually still live in the house I grew up in. They are farmers, so we lived in the old farmhouse on the farm. It was built in 1900 and a lot of it is still original. It's got a lot of character, but is really cold!

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    1. It is so cool that your parents are still in the old farmhouse. :) Did one of your parents grow up in that house?

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  2. What a special experience being able to walk through your childhood home. We moved a few times when I was a kid, but my childhood home will forever be our second house (the one I lived in the longest). I've driven by a couple of times and the new owners hadn't kept it up as well as I would've hoped. It was a little sad. I'm glad your old house is still so well loved.

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    1. I'm so sorry that your forever home hasn't been loved like it should be. My best friend from high school's house is now vacant and in dis-repair. It made her sad too.

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  3. I love this post! :D We moved a lot, so I didn't have a house that I grew-up in, per se. I'll have to live vicariously through you! I recently painted a kitchen with harvest gold appliances. I entitled the painting "Bringing Harvest Gold Back." Your parents would probably love that kitchen!

    xo,
    RJ

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    1. I love that you painted a kitchen with harvest gold. I just hopped over to see it on your blog. :

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  4. So fantastic that she let you in to look around. Looks like the house is loved. Such a beautiful memory. Thanks for sharing.

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  5. I remember that day we sat outside your old house in our car and getting invited in, that was so cool! I dont remember much of what it looked like inside because I was having more fun playing with their daughter who was around my age (she might have been a little older-- i cant remember), so I'm glad you have these pix! Is the house for sale now, or was it recently because the house looks so clean in the photos!

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  6. Oh that is so cool to get to check out your childhood home! I moved back near mine recently but haven't been by to see it. I'd LOVE to go inside!

    Kelly @ View Along the Way
    www.viewalongtheway.com

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    1. I'm really enjoying living near the place that I grew up. It's weird because there some things that are so much the same and some things that make me feel like I've gotten turned around and I'm lost.

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  7. How so lucky of you. Sych wonderful owners to respect the past owners of the house. How sweet!:)

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    1. So glad you came by :). That was so cool that the owners let me visit. I had my daughter with me so this was her first (and only) chance to see my childhood home. :)

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  8. I love your Kitchen! I want a house so bad. What state are you in?

    Found you from the Blog Hop; Following :)

    www.undecidedmamas.com

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    1. So sorry it took me so long to respond to your comment. --I liked how the new owners updated the kitchen and eating area. I live the Triangle area of NC.

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  9. How wonderful that you got to go in! I still pass the house my grandparents lived in their whole lives every time I make my way to their state. :)

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    1. That is so nice to see your grandparents' house when you make it "home". My memories of sitting on Grandma's front porch are some of my favorite ones.!!

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  10. How wonderful that you had a chance to see inside your childhood home, and take pictures, too. Years ago, I also got invited inside my childhood home, and it completely made my day! My husband was with me, and I was so happy to show him where I grew up.

    Found your post on the live laugh (linky) Thursday blog hop.

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    1. I love that your husband was able to see where you grew up. :) That day I went into my house I had my daughter with me. She got to see her mom's childhood home with me.

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