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The House …

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This is the house of my childhood summers.

Awhile back I wrote about the house in a short, very short story (Click here to read it)

They say you can’t go home again.  I say, pish tosh, you can  but you won’t always find things have stayed the same as you remember.  Unless… you do !!

Years ago when I was driving past I saw a young woman on the porch.  Something made me stop the car and get out to speak with her.  She was pleasant and seemed interested when I said that more than 50 years ago I had spent all my summers there with my family.  We chatted for a bit and then she asked me if I’d like to come inside !

Would I ever.  But, was I prepared to step back into my childhood … would I be disappointed or pleased !  Even though the rooms had somehow become smaller the house was a lot like I had remembered it.

2305bedc7dda2f3cee16db1fe3ddfe060e0bdc8c I think I made the young woman feel at ease, and that I wasn’t some weirdo trying to check out the house when I mentioned the secret room to her.

Memories came rushing back like mini-tidal waves… it must have been the familiar smell of the house that evoked them.  They say the sense of smell is the strongest memory inducer and I agree.  The kitchen was pretty much the same, the original sink was still there.  The screen door out to the yard still creaked… I wonder if they’re deliberately ‘built in’ to screen doors!

I felt my heart quicken as I started up the stairs to the second floor where the bedrooms all were.  You know how sometimes you just know something great is going to happen.  It did.

The same exact wrought iron beds were STILL in the same bedrooms.  A-maz-ing, just really blew me away.  Wow.  As I headed down the hall to the room that had been mine I glanced into the bathroom… yup, clawfoot tub, slanted floor, low ceiling that my 6’2 father bumped his head on every single morning.

212c7845900ff8467b417a717874f37ad880cf54 My room was at the back of the house just off the upstairs back porch.  It was small, only room for a twin size bed, a small dresser and a chair but lots of room for dreaming and thinking about the future.

94738debeb102a376bc734f12d1918897fdda553 The stairs are where I learned to go up and down one foot after the other, not one foot at a time like a little kid.

b9fda8b5f40267b4c9f3161fcbc006c8a3ed0748 On this porch my girl friend Jackie Robinson and I used to put on shows and play dress up. ( By the way, I didn’t know until I was much older that there was ANOTHER Jackie Robinson).   On this porch was a glider where I spent many hours reading, watching hummingbirds and gliding back and forth.  On this porch we played board games and drank lemonade.  On this porch we watched the sky darken and the stars come out.  On this porch and in this house…summer happened.

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Author: mvobsession

I'm married, I have two daughters and two grandchildren and they all love MV. Enjoy my MV blog and contact me if I can answer any questions. This blog started out as strictly about Martha's Vineyard but over the years I've branched out to include other obsessions and interests. I enjoy photography and like sharing my photos here as well. Hope you enjoy :)

One thought on “The House …

  1. Was the secret room under the original stairs or the stars by the side door? We are the new owners and so proud to read about the history of the home and want to learn more.

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