Welcome back to Toni Taddeo's Tuesday 4.
This week let's talk about home or the house in which
you grew up.
What do you think of this picture of the staircase. Do you like how it looks? Does it say "home" to you?
Yeah, I like the look of it,
and it does say home to me.
Would you like something that looks like this?
Yeah, when I was younger, I
would have liked it, not now when getting upstairs is hard.
Did you love growing up in your family home? Could you
live in a house like that today?
Oh yeah, I loved two of
the four houses I lived in growing up, I would love to live in the last house,
but my parents rented and after they passed away the house was sold.
What did your
bedroom look like when you were a teen?
I had a small bedroom with
posters all over the walls, don’t ask me who of as I can’t remember.
What kind of
vibes or atmosphere do you like to foster in your home today?
Sophisticated, homey?
Definitely homy I live in a home
not a house, this something my paternal grandfather would say about my parents’
home, which is why he liked staying there. On one occasion after being released from
hospital he went to stay with his daughter and her family, he had only been
there 3 days when my parents went over to see him and have lunch. When it was
time for mum & dad to leave, they found pop with his suitcase packed
waiting next to the door ready to leave with them. After some discussion he did leave with them coming
back to our home to finish recovering, he stayed 2 months because he liked
being there, he told mum & dad that my aunts house was always clean and tidy
and the children were quiet, unlike our home which was somewhat messy and us
kids somewhat loud
I sure enjoyed your story. I would take my childhood home and move it if I could keep a view of Pikes Peak. I loved my dad so much and the fact that he built our home meant so much to me. Our oldest daughter wanted to buy the house but my older brother was in charge and sold it to these horrible people who destroyed it. He said she is a school teacher and good person. I guess at trashing my childhood home. I am still broken over it. But that view of Pikes Peak will live with me always . Thank you for sharing your story.
ReplyDeleteI think you brother was a bit of a dick for selling to who he did, should have to your daughter to keep it in the house. My mum was rightly pissed when her brother sold the house their father built.
DeleteI enjoyed your anaswers. I love your answer to #4. I want my home to be a place where people can just enjoy themselves and not be so worried about making a bit of a mess..of course, don't trash the place, and be respectful, but I don't want people to see me as someone who's house is always spotless.
ReplyDeleteYeah it's not fun when you're a child and leave your toys on the floor while you go to the toilet and when you return your toys have been packed away because your aunt thought you had finished playing with them
DeleteI grew up in a suburb of Minneapolis, Minnesota in the US. All one level. The only stairs were to the basement...which we needed for tornadoes--lol! Back in the 50s no one locked their doors and the kids ran around the neighborhood freely. :)
ReplyDeleteThat was a good time
DeleteBeautiful post about your home growing up. How sweet that your grandfather liked hustle and bustle rather than neat. Loved that!
ReplyDeleteYeah pop did like coming to our place to stay
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