Remembering the Old House: My Son’s Perspective

There was a swing set in the backyard. Also a thorny tree full of poison ivy. Both husband and son are dreadfully allergic to poison ivy.

I've written several times on this blog about the bald cypress tree. It was the bane of my existence every autumn.

We took out the basketball hoop about fifteen years ago.

Rickover was my son's first best friend, once Rickover realized my son could feed him.

Everyone in the family thought Rickover was the best dog we ever had.

The redbud twig spent AT LEAST a month in a bucket in the garage. Probably several months. But it survived.

The magnolia tree also survived, though Kansas City is at the northern edge of where they grow.

This room has always been cold, but we provided our son with a space heater. I will inherit that space heater for my basement office in the new house.

I don't know where this plaque came from, but I left it out while our house was staged to sell. Who can resist the saying, "God made hugs, smiles, and little boys"?

I don't know where the sailboat came from either, but I admit to making the needlepoint sports collage.

The constellation map has been around a long time, but I never knew my son perused it while on the phone.

This is actually the second world map on this wall. We had to replace the first one after the disintegration of the Soviet Union. But we haven't kept up with recent world events.

I had forgotten about the SuperGlue incident. It did irritate me every time I looked at the Formica counter, until we replaced it with Corian in about 2002.

The piano is going with us, because it is still my life goal to play Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata."

I don't do much with the piano now except Christmas carols in the season.

We took down the WWII map to stage the house, but it will go somewhere in the new house.

You can see a bit of the rug around which we designed the original decorating in the dining room. The rug doesn't go as well with the new paper. We all like the round table.

I've posted about my broken foot. It wasn't the stairs that did it, but my own failure to count them.

He's right -- the poster was put in around 1985, just months after we moved in.

My last post mentioned the sailboats.

Truth, about his sister. The name of the songbook was actually "Fireside Book of Folk Songs."

I've described my office several times. I do have a challenge with tidiness.

I never knew lacerations traumatized my son.

See next slide for my response. No need for Division of Family Services to investigate.

Son could be quite motivated when he had to be.

My husband refused to give this away in my decluttering initiative. I guess I'm glad we're keeping it.

He ate lunch before he left also.