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May 17, 2006



Love the post. We love the home we live in now and are getting ready to look for a new home. The new one will most likely be older than our current 1973 rancher with slightly more "modern" conveniences. I hope we can love our new place as much as you and Meagan love yours!

gandma ann

Just a stranger dropping by to say I loved your post. It reminded me of a wonderful Robert Hayden poem, "Those Winter Sundays"

Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?

Lil' Liberal

Aww, sounds like the house I grew up in- also in the 80's. I too have fond memories of it. The heat was lousy--but I remember helping my parents stack wood in the woodshed for our wood burning stove, and how my mom would heat up bricks on the stove at night before we'd go to sleep, and wrap them in towel-covers that she sewed and attached snaps to. I remember the feeling of warming my cold toes against the bricks, and how delightfully warm they made my bed before I got in to go to sleep. And in the morning, my dad would stoke the fire before leaving for work, and my mom would wake me up with clothes that she had just warmed up by holding them over the stove, and I'd get dressed hurriedly--savoring the feeling of the warm clothes against my skin.

And the summer, with all it's heat and no air conditioning? To this day, I prefer falling asleep with a damp facecloth and a fan. I love the sound, and the feeling of natural cooling is so much more delicious than a/c. It's also wonderful to take a walk before going to sleep, and to feel the cool night air- so different from the heat that's still inside.

I have no doubt that your Frog will grow up with wonderful memories similar to yours and mine. Childhood is a time of mystery and wonder- and sometimes all the little differences and small things that adults experience as discomforts or inconvenience--turn out to be some of the most magical and happy memories.

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