My Childhood Home

Monday, June 17th, 2013

All of this recent house hunting with my sister got me thinking about the home I grew up in as a child. It was a sweet single story brick cottage on 1/3 acre with apple tree and plum trees in the backyard, and a creek across the rear meadow where we’d go exploring or fishing for hours and without any supervision.

My brother visited the house two years ago and reported that our childhood home had fallen into such disrepair that it was completely abandoned with the windows boarded up with plywood. The thought made me so sad I couldn’t bring myself to drive past it anymore (it’s in another town 30 minutes away). 

As he left, my brother noticed something out of the corner of his eye, something that still remained, and managed to grab it. It belonged to us anyway, the original address plaque that hung over the door when our family lived there 25 years ago.

original address plaque


When Layla posted about her recent visit to her grandfather’s house, it got me feeling nostalgic once more, so I did some digging and found out through online research that someone had bought my childhood home last year and took the time to fix it up. The little brick house had a comeback story to tell.

brick childhood home


Here are the four of us kids out in front of it in 1978, I’m the big sister rocking the floral pants, how cute is little sis in her corduroy overalls and little bro in his turtleneck and plaid pants, awesome! We’re standing right in front of the kitchen window, you can see the curtains my mom sewed and the old shingle roof that’s been replaced. There was a split rail fence too, but that’s gone and the windows have been painted white.



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My Summer Goal

Friday, May 31st, 2013

I took my daughter to get a haircut on Wednesday. For years she’s worn her hair in a sweet and simple ponytail, but looking at her with a shorter bob makes her look so much older and it hit me – she’s transitioning right before my eyes.

My sister came to visit last week and we were discussing the passage of time and I was telling her how very much I’m enjoying my kids at the age of 7 and 9.  She labeled it the “Sandlot” age and it struck a chord with me. Yes, exactly. They’re in that magical period of youth when they’re both adventurous and innocent, and I enjoy their curiosity and company more than words can express.


Today is their last day of school which means they’re now home with me for June, July, and part of August. I’ve made summer lists in years past of all the things we want to do during the summer and I try to stick to them, but this year I have only one goal, only one thing on my list. 

Because I know what will happen. Summer will pass all too quickly and autumn will be upon us an we’ll all be thinking about pumpkin patches and Halloween haunts and then the holidays will be here all too soon. And I don’t want to think about any of that right now. So my only goal this summer is to slow down.

hot air balloons sara norris

I don’t have any links to share this week. I’ve been busily cleaning and prepping the house for the party we’re hosting this weekend to benefit the local school. And we just found out yesterday that a close cousin’s husband has passed away, so we’re grieving for her since she’s just lost her dear husband. I find myself on both sides of an emotional pendulum – hosting a huge summer soiree and attending a funeral in a matter of days.

It’s left me feeling drained and so now I’m focused on things that matter more than long hours spent in front of a computer. I’m focused on slowing down and savoring the magic of a summer spent with my sweet kids who are coming of age.



So you’ll forgive me if during the months of June and July I’m blogging a little less than normal. I can’t define what that means other than I’ll post when I have something to share or say, and take a day off if I don’t. I have a promise to keep to myself, to slow down and live in the moments that matter.

Wishing you all a fantastic summer weekend.

photography by Sara Norris