This old house .

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I love my little house.

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It was 50 year ago since I first walked into this house, I was

12-year-old. My brother was with me he was 17. My Mother did not like the ceiling in the living room, so had asked my brother and I to change it. Mother had bought some of those polystyrene tiles (cracked ice effect) I have lost count of the times I have painted them brilliant white. Many times people have suggested that I remove them, for 2 reasons. 1. they can be dangerous  and 2 because they are old-fashioned. I have refused to do so for 1, reason. While I was living in Sweden during the seventies, my dear brother died tragically at the age of 29. Now if I were to remove said tiles, it would be like destroying a priceless work of art.

After my farther passed away, my Mother asked me to move back in with her. I am so happy I agreed, and so pleased that my Mother never moved from this house. For as I sit here all the memories, good and bad come flooding back. I love this little house and would never move.

I know there are people who move house quite often, for various reasons. Never having lived in a house long enough to love it. When I look at my garden I know it is my garden. I remember every tree, bush and flower that I planted. Every stone that I had placed all those years ago are still in the exact same spot.I have matured and my garden has matured with me. I am surely here for the duration and when I do finely exit this old house. I shall be horizontal. I feel the people who move in here after I have vacated , shall remove the tiles . announcing the end of my existence there and heralding in their own beginning of life in my old house.  I hope they learn to love it as much as I do.

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 My Queen !

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20 responses to “This old house .

  1. Hi Kenny,
    Rather like Jenny at the top of the page, I had this urge to come past and see how you were getting on.
    Firstly CONGRATULATIONS! for making through all your problems liver wise, it’s great to see you’re still around, I hope that it’s not causing you problems now.

    Your post about your house has struck a rather large chord with me, as we’re just in the process of selling my mum’s house after she died this summer.
    It was always my wish / hope to be able to buy the house after she moved / passed on, but sadly I can’t afford the mortgage, plus I’m too old for a 25 year term, so after 50 years of our family living there, it’s had to be cleared of everything.

    All the knick knacks , the little touches that made the house mum’s / our home, have all gone, etiher in to our present houses or charity shops.
    Like you, i can remeber things being built, decorations done, games we played in the garden, some happy happy times, and some oh so sad ones too.

    When my dad died, we were all relatively young, and most of us stayed in the family home. Dad was gone, but we had continuity, things were the same, but slightly different as in my dad not being there.
    That was in 1981, which up until this one,has been the worst year of my life.

    Although I actually bought my own house 25 years ago, because we’ve been seeing my mum, at least once a week for those 25 years, I feel like I’ve never left, and that old house with all those memories has still been a large part of my life.
    Mum would never move out of the house ( 5 double bedrooms, 2 ensuite bathrooms- there are 6 children) and always said that she would never move, and that the only way she would ever leave would be in a box.

    Sadly that nearly came true.. I wonder if when she was taken out of the house that July afternoon, she ever thought she would never come back again?
    The house now stands empty, folorn & alone, until the new owners move in some time next month.
    The last line of your entry is perfect… I hope they to love it as much as I did.

    Stay there until you can’t possibly live there any more Kenny, and enjoy every minute of it!
    Hope you have a brilliant New Year, and look forward to chatting to you again.
    All the very best my old friend, take care 🙂

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    • Hi Nick.
      Nice to have you visit again. Yes this post seems to have pressed a button in people. Guess we all can become very fond of our dwellings. The longer we live in them the more we come to love them.
      I have recovered very well from my operation and all is going good. It has been just over a year now and I am most hopeful for the future. To be honest Nick, I thought my number was up. Although my life has changed now in so many ways, I live on and that is the main thing I guess. I see the sky the green fields the flowers in my garden the beauty of it all still astounds me. I shall be sad to see it go. But go we all must, in time.
      Take care Matey and I wish you and your family all the best that life has to offer in 2012.
      BTW. Boro are in a great possy to get promoted. Of course I may be dreaming lol.

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  2. My dear friend, Kenny, it’s been SO long since I’ve been by or even blogged on my own page. Lots of goings on here, but I’ll save it for another day maybe. Tonight, I had this urge to come by and check on you and I see you are doing well and writing like a bandit as always. You know how I am about animals, so I couldn’t really look at the 2-headed snake devouring that poor baby mouse. I was ready to leap through the screen and grab that little mouse and bring it home and name it. Can’t help it; been like this forever so I don’t think I’ll change.
    This entry you made about your house — home would be a better word — struck such a chord with me. Oh, honey, I get it. I, too, am back in my childhood home and every corner of the yard, every bush, and every time I sit on the back steps or the porch and look out, the memories are SO vivid that I am “there” once again. I can see my old dogs and cats running in the yard; I can see myself teaching my baby abandoned Grackle how to fly; I can see the stacks of raked up pine needles and leaves and the ladder poised beside them ready for me to make that giant dive right into the middle of them; the creek that used to be in the back where I’d fish out the tadpoles, name them and bring them home in jars. They never made it to frog stage but I tried.
    Now, as I type to you, I am looking out my bedroom window and once again remembering how I tried to use an umbrella as a parachute like they did in cartoons — it doesn’t work, I had to replant the shrubs after my backside healed. Good days, great days, all flown by so quickly. I wonder, too, who the next people will be in this house and almost ache that they will not know it the way I have. My house is loved and knows it through all it’s plaster and all it’s beams. My pets were all buried under a huge pine in the back yard, dogs, cats, birds, fish…no one will ever know that but me. Mom once said right before her death, “Jen, I know you love this old house, but why don’t you just sell it and buy one with everything modern and in good shape?” My answer was exactly that: it would be modern and in good shape, and would have no character or love oozing from it’s walls. It would not greet me as this house does. Why I can almost see my house smile when I come home.
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    Merry Christmas, Kenny, this year and all years, from me to you with love.
    XOXOXO

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    • Hello Jenny what a lovely surprise to find you in my in box this morning. You are right it has been too long since we spoke. Mmmm “lots of going on” I am intrigued do tell 🙂 Don’t say you have got yourself married :0 No I don’t think so, not my beautiful friend from across the pond.
      Look out for an e/mail from me very soon.
      You have been missed.
      Kenny xxx

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  3. Ooops…correction!…”I am that VERY GLAD that YOU are happy, safe and secure in your home, and I am sure you will continue to be so for many years to come…” was the intended wording 😉

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  4. I’m very happy for you that you have a home that really is a home. They say home is where the heart is 🙂 I have learned not to become attached to any “home” I may be fortunate enough to lay my head in, as they are inevitably snatched away again. Having spent 6 months of hell this year fighting a losing battle with a repossession order ending in eviction and homelessness I am infintely grateful for anything I can get that offers a hint of stability now. Not “jealous” or “envious” of you, these experiences have made me stronger, but I am that YOU are happy, safe and secure in your home, and I am sure you will continue to be so for many years to come 🙂 Stay warm and well! Timid one 🙂

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  5. Dear Kenny, I see you snug as a bug in your house. I’ve been in my house forever, too, and have planted every shrub, tree, etc. That sense of place is very special. Thought my life was over when, at age 12, I had to leave the house I was born in. Parents. I also love hearing your voice welcoming us to your blog – that’s you, isn’t it?

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  6. Kenny, may your home continue to bring you happiness, peace and many good memories. xxx

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  7. A man after my own heart, Kenny, I don’t like change too much and become attached to places and things, I’ve been in my place 22 years now, previously one for roughly the same, left that through bad circumstances.
    I hope to stay here forever too, and like you I have planted every shrub, and flower and erected fences laid flagstones, too many memories to leave without a wrench. Keep on being happy.
    X

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    • May you enjoy your garden Arlene, it’s scent, colour and beauty. Be happy in the knowledge that it is you that brought it into existence. Not only for your benefit, but for the generation that follows you .
      Be well my friend x

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  8. Hiya Kenny, it was really interestin to read about your house,,,,and I can understand your reasons for not wanting to change some things,,,,,memories are all around you,,,,,,can be sad but also good to have them and keep,,,,it must be wonderful to go into your garden and see things you have planted over the years,,,grown up with you,,,,,I`m sure you will be there for many more years,,,,,if only to wait for you choccy cake,,,lol xx

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  9. to each his own – but they are a hazard. jealous that I have never grown attached to any house I have lived in. been in this one 22 years and it still lacks the one thing that would change it into a ‘home’.

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  10. Hi Kenny… I am ceratin it will be some time before others move in to remove those tiles.. What a delightful read,, not many of us get to stay in the same home of our parents.. and it must be great to have all of those memories around you.. Happy as well as some Sad…
    I remember my own first home had those very same tiles.. in fact I remembe buying them in packs and hubby putting they on the ceiling.. A ceiling in which those tiles held up in places… Years later that ceiling had to be replaced.. Amazing just how many of those small things trigger lasting memories…
    I hope you are feeling stronger Kenny and so happy to see you blogging 🙂

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