Yesterday was a great day for snow! When I first moved to Nashville back in December 2009 there were many people who told me it didn’t snow here, but that first January we received quite a bit of snow. Much more than I have seen here since. I think God knew that I needed to see that at those juncture of my move here to help solidify the reasons for me moving here in the first place. I had left so much behind, I needed something to give me joy and peace about my decision and I think the snow helped.
All these years later and I still get my little bit of snow each year and yesterday was no different. At our house, it wasn’t enough to even make a good snowman, but other parts of the area got quiet a bit. It was still enough to make me reach for my camera and capture part of the day.
The pictures of the trees below are all from the neighbors houses across the street. We don’t have any big trees like that in our yard.
When we came to look at the house the seller had a flag hanging on the front porch and it made the house look so much better. We are a military family and the flag represents so much to us. We were surprised on the day we moved in that she had left it here. I think she left it because she knew my husband had served and it was her gift to us to leave it. On this particular day Old Glory looked good in the snow.
Do you have snow where you live? If so, is it just dustings or do you get several feet at a time? I’m not sure I could live in an area that gets several feet, but I wouldn’t mind visiting at least once. After a visit I might change my mind and give living there a try. Something about that gypsy spirit of mine that likes to wander to far away places.
I grew up in the small town of Molino, Florida, which is located north of Pensacola, Florida in Escambia County. The population as of July 1, 2019 was 1,394.1 Although I could not locate anything to back it up, I would have to estimate back in 1967 when I was born, the population was probably under 500. It was a town where everyone knew everybody.
The house that was my childhood home has been in my dad’s family since 1937. The house was built in 1928. My grandfather used to take the train from Chicago, Illinois to Barrineau Park, Florida where he met my grandmother. He made many trips back and forth, eventually marrying my grandmother and moving her to Chicago where my dad was born. By the time, my dad was a year old, his parents had purchased the family home which was occupied by my grandparents, my dad and his one and only sibling, an older brother, Richard.
Over the next 80 plus years, the home would change many times, not only on the inside, but also on the outside. Currently the home is unrecognizable from what I remember as a child. The one thing that hasn’t changed since I was born is the back porch. The bricks leading up to that concrete porch have busted many lips over the years.
I remember and wish the front of the house was still like it was when I was a child. There was a big porch all the way across the front with big white columns and the longest sidewalk I had ever seen that as kids we had to walk down to get to the road to catch the bus to go to school. I’m sure my love of front porches is because of my childhood home.
This home has been the backbone of my family. The place that I could always go to no matter where I lived or who I was married to or what was going on in my life. It was the most stable thing I’ve ever had. It provided a safe place for my children as they were growing up and a place they could always go “home” too as well. It’s a place where many weddings and family gatherings have taken place. A familiar and steady place that everyone feels love and comfort.
The oldest pictures I have are from 1938; although the house was built in 1928. The people here would be my grandmother, my dad and uncle.
The fireplace in the front was taken out by Hurricane Frederick in September 1979. We reused them to build a new fireplace (shown in a more current picture below). Not sure when the back fireplace was removed; although it was not there when I was a child. The room on the back of the house is where my dad used to sleep as a child. It was later converted to an “inside” back porch and the current back porch.
By 1967 the front of the house had changed as some of the surrounding brick had been removed and the front columns had been changed.
This pic from Easter 1970 shows a different view of the porch where you can see where the original brick had been removed. On the left above the bushes you can see where the brick had originally been.
It would have been after Hurricane Frederick when the chimney fell that daddy changed the front of the house and closed in the front porch turning that area into a den with a much bigger fireplace. The front had cedar siding.
The building to the left is the garage and it changed colors many times as well. I have seen pics of it being silver, brown, red, and most recently yellow. (I always like the red color the most).
The back-porch area, which has been this way more than 50 years. The only thing that changes is the chairs.
The house wasn’t the only thing that changed through the years, the grounds did to. Somewhere along the way a pond was added, which we all love to fish in. It’s probably been there around 10-15 years as of the posting of this story.
This pic shows the house before the most recent renovations along with the red garage, the red barn (on the left) and the yellow building (which use to be part of the chicken pens back in the day).
During the most recent renovation, the cedar siding on the front was covered by vinyl and the front door was removed. The old fireplace from the 1930’s was removed, and a door was put in for a side entry. A new roof was added and other minor updates. The only thing that now looks like “home” is the back porch as the rest of the house looks nothing like my childhood home.
The magnolia trees that had been there my entire life were recently cut down changing up the appearance of the grounds even more than when all the bushes were removed around the house. The yard is still immaculate as dad insists on mowing the grass every week.
All of these changes are hard to accept, but it also shows that time changes everything and all we have left are the memories we make. I wish now that I had taken more pictures of our lives as we were growing up so I would have more memories to share with my children and grandchildren.
My hope is that if you take anything from this post that it would be to cherish every memory you have growing up, take pics of all the changes that take place in your life as that is all you will have when the world changes and life keeps moving on.
One of the most precious memories of all from this childhood home is the family pics we took for my parents 50th anniversary in 2011. This pic is just another reminder that things change every day.
The Original 5
The grandkids, 3 of which are my children
The great-grandchildren, (my grandson)
The last pic of me and my children together!
You would think after weeding that sewing machine project, I would have given up on doing anything intricate again, but not me. I’m a gluten for punishment when it comes to stuff like this. I had wanted to create something original that could be displayed in my house that was a replica of our first sticks and bricks house that we picked out together. I saw where people were taking pictures of people and things and turning them into SVG’s, so I though I can do that. So after lots of research, mistakes and missteps I succeeded in getting what I was looking for.
I took a picture of my house and then used software to turn the picture into an svg that could then be uploaded to my Cricut and cut out of vinyl and used on my reverse canvas project. I picked a smaller frame for this one, removed the canvas and painted the frame black. Weeding the design wasn’t too bad, especially compared to the sewing machine I had done.
Once the weeding was done, I applied the design to the canvas using my iron and then attached the canvas back to the frame. I added the words, “Home Sweet Home”. If you had asked me a couple months ago about doing something like this I would have freaked out, but the more I do these things, the more I like them. I am definitely getting my moneys worth out of this machine.