A HOME OF MEMORIES
My Mom moved to this home with her parents, grandfather, sister, and brother in 1930 when she was three years old. When my Mom married her childhood sweetheart in 1948, they moved into this home with her parents and shared the living quarters. By that time, her grandfather had died, and her siblings had married and moved out. I lived in this home with my parents, sister, and brother until I married my sweetheart and best friend in high school. My husband and I built our new home on this road on my parent’s property.
In 1985, my parents decided to down-size and built a ranch style home at the end of the lane on the other side of the road. So, we had the opportunity to move back into my childhood home. Our children, Heidi and Dan, were fortunate to still live near their grandparents. So, the memories continued as they walked down the lane to meet the bus or stopover at Nana’s and Papa’s for a second breakfast. The memories continued as the fifth generation lived here. When our daughter was married, she and her husband moved back to this area, and they lived with us while our daughter was pregnant with twins. They moved into their first home the month before the twin boys were born in November of 1999.
My Dad died on July 5, 2000, and Mom died on July 4, 2001. What a sad year it was! The twins brought such joy into our lives as we dealt with the loss of Dad and Mom. In 2001, our son was married and they moved in with us while their home was being built on the other side of my parent’s home. Then, in 2004, our daughter, her husband and our grandsons moved in with us for several months while their new home was being built.
The sixth-generation was living and loving here like all of us had done in previous years. You guessed it!!! Their home is on the same road, also. It is so pleasant to sit on the front porch and be able to see our children’s homes and reflect on all of the wonderful memories we have had in this home. We know that you’ll make memories during your stay with us as well. -Carolyn Smith Beal