As I began to do family history work, I began looking into the places we had lived as a family. There was a time that I could remember them all, but that time has long since faded.
The first house that I remember was the Guymond ranch. That's where we lived when the pictures were taken of the little peddle car. I don't remember too much about that house. I think it was at that house that Donnie fell from the car and was run over.
The next house I remember was the Ross house. It had an unfinished upstairs. It had an unfinished bedroom with rough board floors and wiring in the walls. There was a potato cellar. Donnie and I would play in the thatched roof. I remember a small lily pond in the front yard that was filled in after Bonnie fell into it.
The next house I rembemer was in Romeo, or better said, it was west of Romeo. We lived there when Larry was born. When we lived there, Donnie and I got hatchets and knives for Christmas. We used them to tear the wiring out of a shed on the property. It's a wonder that we weren't electrocuted.
After the home in Romeo, we lived in Uncle Lloyd and Aunt Catherine Dunn's home in Manassa. I don't think that we lived there for very long. I remember that there were two rooms that had a closet between them. You could go into the closet in one room and come out in the other. That's always fun when you play hide and seek.
Lucille Jackson's room was next. It had a sealed room that we weren't allowed in. It had an apricot tree in the yard, and it smelled like skunks had made a home under the house.
Sometime after that we moved to the house across from Maggie Weston's house. I remember Saturday nights. Bath night was an event because the water was hand pumped and heated on the old wood stove. The round tin bathtub sat on three chairs. The first one into the tub got a little clean water. As each person The last to bathe got lots of dirty gray, warm water.
The last house we lived together as a family was the house on 3rd street, the haunted house that had been bought for back taxes. I have wonderful memories of that house. Mom always had a project for painting or building or cleaning. There was a time that I moved from the front ditch to the back fence. It was short and clean, but it was still just weeds and native grasses. It was never as rich and lush as the neighbor's yards.
After I married and moved away, we were home often. We laughed and played and built memories. Our kids were born and we had a gathering place, to continue growing up together.
After Dad died and Mom moved away, that changed. It was just a house. It wasn't our home any more.
3 comments:
Thank you Kent for this post.
I have some questions.
Why did we live in each of those houses.
The Guymon house was because dad worked for Ed Guymon.
And I understand the last two houses, but what about all those in between. Why those houses?
When Arlo and I were married, we didnt have a home. We wandered around until we moved to Guymons. After that we lived in houses where your dad worked, as part of his wage.
It was good to have a home of our own. Mom
Jeanette and I lived in rental homes or apartments for the first 10 years of your marriage.
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