Bestest Friend and I are doing a blog project. Every day we will write a post on a pre-determined theme we chose randomly from a random noun generator. The theme for the fifth day of the month is "Drawing." FYI, I can't draw a stick figure that looks like what it's supposed to, so be kind.
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It's also NaBloPoMo, so go check out what other people are writing about this month! San is keeping a list and there are 14 people participating!!
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Our book club book for the month was Writers & Lovers by Lily King (more on that to come after book club actually meets, but let me reassure you that I have thoughts) and there's a scene in which people in a writing workshop are instructed to draw the floor plan of the house where they grew up and tell stories about items in the house. It was an interesting concept, so I decided to try it. If nothing else, posting every day is forcing me to think outside what I normally write about.
The house was in the middle of a corn field. This is the layout of the "handyman's special" my parents purchased when I was in second grade. By the time I was in college, my parents had torn it down and replaced it with a prefabricated loft home, but this is what I remember of the old farmhouse.
Photo of the place taken in the summer of 2017. |
The house had very few walls. It was open concept before open concept was a thing, I guess. The kitchen, dining room, and living room are one huge space in my mind. Maybe there were walls, but who is left to tell me I'm wrong? Before we moved in, an elderly man died there and I remember that when we toured the house before buying it, it was just a medical bed and medical supplies everywhere in that big space and the realtor talked a lot about how the open space made it easy for a wheelchair or walker.
There was a big picture window right next to the washer and dryer and we bought Penny the Cat (a mean cat we adopted almost immediately when we moved in to help us deal with all the mice that came with living in the corn) a window perch for that window and she laid there for what seemed liked her whole life, but must not have been true based on the evidence of rodent life and death we'd find in the morning. She'd sit on the platform and hiss at me as I walked by her. I was deathly scared of her.
The house had one heating vent in the entire downstairs, in the dining room near the living room. In the winter, my sister and I would put our clothes over the vent to warm them up and then dress very quickly while standing in front of it. We'd be able to see our breath in the bathroom on those mornings and we'd sometimes run the hot water in the bath while we brushed our teeth and hair just to get some semblance of feeling in our fingers.
In the dining room, my mom was so proud of her wagon wheel light fixture. I cut my hand on a broken glass once when my sister and I were home alone and all I remember is my sister trying to get me to the bathroom to clean it out, but I fainted on the way in the dining room and the wagon wheel was spinning, spinning. My sister was so scared. She told me later that she thought I was going to die. It was just a tiny cut. I didn't even need stitches. I was ever the drama queen and continue to get woozy at the sight of my own blood to this day.
On the west side of the house, there was a three-season porch just filled with junk and old furniture. I would sneak out there and read books on the old couch where my father taught me how to tie shoes. It was the only place with a door and walls and I could be alone and have privacy and read in peace and not be quizzed about whether or not I should be doing chores or homework. Penny the Cat couldn't get to me in there and no one else wanted to be in that messy porch, so I felt safe.
Does the home where you grew up still exist? Do you ever go back? Would you be able to draw a floor plan of it?
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To see what Bestest Friend has to say about Drawing, check out her blog at Too Legit To Quit.
Wow- you really painted a picture of your childhood here. I can just feel the cold mornings where you were getting dressed over the heating vent. And, I'm glad you grew up to be a cat lover in spite of Penny!
ReplyDeleteIf I could draw at all decently, I could draw a floor plan of the house where I grew up. The house still exists and one of these days I want to go back to the town and visit. Thinking of childhood homes definitely brings up a lot of emotions.
On a side note- I'll be interested to hear what you thought of Writers and Lovers- I liked it!
Penny was a nightmare cat. LOL. The first two weeks we had her, she sat behind the toilet and hissed at me when I used it. I made my mom go to the bathroom with me. It is weird, but I always knew she was mean because she was scared and I never really blamed her - I was just scared, too.
DeleteI loved reading this so much! This was a lovely look into your life. The house I grew up in does exist and every few years I drive by it. It's strange to see the old neighbourhood.
ReplyDeleteI will look forward to your thoughts on Writers and Lovers. I liked it very much and thought it really said a lot about how privilege plays a huge role in book writing and living a creative life. It's hard to do when there are bills to pay. I found it just beautifully written; I love the author's style.
I bet it's weird to see the old neighborhood. Obviously people move in and out of houses all the time, but it's so weird to think that how you remember it is definitely not how it is anymore.
DeleteOh my gosh I love this post. Beautiful memories beautifully described. (I too get woozy about blood. Even typing the word - yecccchhh.)
ReplyDeleteIt's specifically my own blood that makes me woozy - I can deal with other people's. But heaven forbid I cut myself when I'm cooking because it could definitely take me down for the count.
DeleteI cannot draw to save my life.
ReplyDeleteAs far as I know the house that I grew up in is still standing. We moved there when I was three and I remember the "new" house vividly. It was a bungalow so it must have been very small but so was I so I think of it as being a huge house. It had a ton of built in bookshelves and nooks and crannies. My bedroom was the entire attic. I know there were issues like an addition that wasn't insulated very well and I remember that the electricity was finicky so there were a lot of rules about which appliances could be run at the same time so it was probably a frustrating house for my parents but a dream to me.
As you about to find out in the next year, I cannot draw, either. This is going to be an adventure.
DeleteAwww...I can imagine how exciting all those little nooks and crannies were for a little Birchie. So much fun, hiding, and exploration!
That was really cool to learn about your childhood home. Thanks for sharing that (I love that your writing prompts make you think outside of the regular blogging box).
ReplyDeleteWe lived in two apartments before my parents built their house and I remember all three places, even though I was pretty small when we moved from apartment 1 to apartment 2. I would call my parents' house my childhood home because we moved there when I was 10 (and my parents still live in it now), but I also distinctly remember the two apartments.
The first one was on the 3rd(?) floor and from the kitchen window, we could the the window of the house next door where an old lady had her morning coffee and would wave up to me and my sister :) I can't have been older than 2 years old, but I do have that distinct memory.
It really is a good writing prompt, I think. I can just see Little You peering out a window waving to your neighbor. It's crazy you remember something from when you were so little - I don't think I remember anything until kindergarten!
DeleteAt first, I thought I remembered it because my parents told me about it later... but the fact that I still remember what the layout of that first apartment was and that I remember the view down from our kitchen window tells me that this memory must truly be mine.
DeleteI moved so many times when I was a kid, I'm not sure which one I would choose. Probably the one where I lived the longest, though it was a crummy place to be sure. I really like your writing in the post, it's very evocative.
ReplyDeleteI think it's sort of an interesting prompt because it does force you to choose which house/apartment/living situation you would draw and then focus in on one or two things that really stand out in your memory. It might have been a crummy place, but what exactly made it so? Those are where the interesting stories are, I think.
DeleteGood idea. I may do this. My first abode that I remember was my grandfather’s house.
ReplyDeleteOh, I bet you have some great, highly specific stories about it. I'd love to read some.
DeleteReading this made me think of the house where I grew up too. It was a big building that my father owned and we lived in one of the apartments with 2 bedrooms and 1 bath (there were 9 of us, my brother slept in the basement). Then somehow we acquired the apartment next to us which gave us more space. Yes, the building still exists and sometimes I want to go there and check it out.
ReplyDeleteIt would be interesting to go back, particularly if you could go inside. Imagine if they've changed the wallpaper or paint color or moved a wall and how disorienting it could be!
DeleteI love this; I could easily see/feel your childhood home. So many details in your memories. I could easily draw my childhood home and it is still standing. Sadly, It's in even worse shape now than when we lived there.
ReplyDeleteOh, it is sad, isn't it? I'm glad the old farmhouse was torn down because I don't think I could stand to see it start to just fall apart beam by beam.
DeleteVery evocative writing! I go by the house where I grew up whenever I'm visiting friends in that town, but I haven't been inside since my parents sold it in 1993. Pretty sure I don't want to go in, as I hear changes have been made and I want to remember it how it was. It's a tempting idea but I think I would regret it! As it is, I often have dreams that are inside the house; either just it's the background, or it's frustrating me because I can't find my way around. Crazy subconscious brain!
ReplyDeleteI have dreams about the old farmhouse, too! It's crazy what our subconscious minds focus on while we're asleep.
DeleteI was the kid who bounced around from apartment to apartment throughout my childhood so I don't really have any connection to any sort of childhood home. Maybe the closest thing I have to this is my great-grandparents' home, which then became my grandparents' home where my grandma battled cancer for 8 years, and is now my cousin's home.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing here, NGS! I could really feel myself in this home.
What a wonderful place. That image of the field looks so peaceful. I love all the little memory snippets you have mentioned. Sounds like a fun house to grow up in. I have never lived in a house. I grew up in an apartment and I could definitely scribble the floorplan.
ReplyDeleteI love seeing what stands out in your memory - it's interesting that it's the every day moments (getting dressed over the heating vent), not the "big" moments (holidays, birthdays, etc.) that stay with us.
ReplyDeleteI remember the first house we lived in after my family moved back East. We moved from there when I was 8, so I spent more of my formative years in the second house, where my parents still live. Same town, though, so periodically I would drive by the old house. I have memories of both - but what I don't know is how much of the memories of house #1 are mine, and how many of them are really thanks to photos I've seen over and over and over again through the years. It would be really interesting to ask my parents what they remember about that house, now that I think about it...