This used to be our playground

Peanut on the front porch of our house, 1970

Peanut on the front porch of our house, 1970

Mom coming out of the house, 1969

Mom coming out of the house, 1969

Uncle John and Peanut in the living room, 1968

Uncle John and Peanut in the living room, 1968

Me on the swingset and Peanut in the grass, 1973

Me on the swingset and Peanut in the grass, 1973

Dad and I in the backyard, 1972

Dad and I in the backyard, 1972

Summer with lawn chairs, 1971

Summer with lawn chairs, 1971

Roses by the house, 1971

Roses by the house, 1971

Dad and I watering the grass, 1972

Dad and I watering the grass, 1972

Mom's crab tree, 1984

Mom’s crab tree, 1984

Christmas in the living room, 1968

Christmas in the living room, 1968

Dad with me and Beth by the roses, 1978

Dad with me and Beth by the roses, 1978

Me with Beth on the swingset, 1974

Me with Beth on the swingset, 1974

Mom with Beth outside - 1973

Mom with Beth outside – 1973

Mom and I when I came home from the hospital - 1970

Mom and I when I came home from the hospital – 1970

Grandma on Dad's chair, 1970

Grandma on Dad’s chair, 1970

The family in front of the house for Beth's first communion - 1982

The family in front of the house for Beth’s first communion – 1982

Last night, my sister went up to Kenosha for the closing on our family home, where our family has lived since 1966. It’s the only home Beth and I knew from our growing up years until today.

Last year, after we moved my mom into her new home, we spent months cleaning (and cleaning) the house, getting the things we wanted out of it, and planning and executing an estate sale with the incredible help of The Balderdash Collection. In November we put the house on the market, and yesterday it was sold. Pretty incredible when you consider the market today.

A few weeks ago, I stopped in at the house and took one last walk around. Although it was completely empty, I still could see everything the way it was, and I could remember things that happened in every nook and cranny. Where I’d listen to my music. Where my mom would sit and look at the crab tree in the front yard. Where we sat at the dinner table. Where we’d sit and watch TV as a family after dinner. Where my sister and I played together and made up silly games. Where fights happened. Where good and bad news was learned. Where my Dad died. They all happened there.

It’s hard to say goodbye to a place as special as this… but it’s time. We have a lot of wonderful memories there, and we’ll never forget those. But now it’s time for new memories.  In new places.  And now, someone else can make memories in our old home.  I hope it has as many good things in store for them as it had for us.

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2 thoughts on “This used to be our playground

  1. Such great memories that you’ll always keep with you and store in your heart. And you’re right…new memories to be made by new people. How lucky are they to be “inheriting” a house that was so full of love?

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