Monday, January 9, 2012
I could probably write a book full of what happened to us as a family when we lived there. The fact is you played a big part in my life because you were always around during that time. When I drive home from Dallas on I-30, I see the signs of the streets on the bridges over the highway that lead back to our old neck of the woods. While I can’t see the house from that vantage point I can see the times spent there in my thoughts.
Little things and big things fill my mind about that house. It had a big oak tree in the back yard and those two pines in the front. The house had a unique floorplan. Remember the big den/dining room that ran through the middle?
We had many events there over the years with the squeals of delight at your birthday parties and the fun you and your friends had on the swing set in the back yard during the summer. Your grandparents visited often and there was lots of laughter and fun. Your mom and I thought the house looked like something out of the old “Leave It To Beaver” TV show, a program that showed a rather idealized version of family life. It may have been an unrealistic view of life but it was one that many people identify with in our culture to this day. It was a view of what a family should be like and how it should live.
And maybe that is what I am thinking when I see that always white two story house with the dormers and its trees inside of my head. Perhaps I want to paint an idyllic picture of our past life on top of the obvious reality of life’s ups and downs which is the real canvass we see ourselves painted on.
Regardless of why I feel that way or why I still hold that old house so dear now, I know that it is good to have such a place in my life. A place that can be an anchor in life’s always present storms and changes. A place, from which I can pull from my bank of memories as I get older, the times that were good for us. A place we can still call our home even though we are far from its safe and comfortable shores.