I have some great memories of that house. Not as much as you, but I loved living there. It was tiny, but it didn't feel like it to me. I was only 7 when we moved out. I remember our bedroom. I don't remember the carpet the color you said. I remember it being made of strips if many different colors lime a patchwork quilt. I used to pick at the seems. I do remember the window that went through to the laundry room. It was cool to have a window inside. I remember the kitchen having yellow linoleum. I don't remember the round table, but I do remember the table dad made and when it was new, how we all fit on one bench. I also, remember doing the dishes for mom to serve her because my primary teacher said it was good to serve your parents. I was so proud. I remember getting the dishwasher that wheeled around the kitchen. I remember a crack in a drawer or something that looked into the stairwell to the root cellar. We would slide the quarters through it and then go find them. Lots of spiders. The basement was cool. I loved being able to run down one set of stairs and up another. There was also the ancient piano down there, and the weird cement half wall that mom had a bunch of stuff storwed on. I loved the boys room. I would hang upside down on the bars of that old hospital bed and play superman off the bunk bed. Also I would pretend to be Mary Poppins and jump off with an umbrella. The hard was like the secret garden. Would climb the tree on the north which was the perfect climbing tree with weird bends perfect for sitting on and stepping up on. The bark was that softer white bark like paper, it would peel easy. It also had that weird kind of seed that looked like caterpillars. I would climb that tree and climb onto the cinder block wall and into the secret garden. It felt like a secret place because you couldn't get there except through some bushes I hated to go through in the back yard. That sand box in the back was the best! And the swing set. I remember the cinder block wall getting knocked down a couple times by the drink Mexicans that lived behind us. I would go watch the contractor rebuild that wall. I was fascinated. I loved how the wall was cover in ivy on the north side. There was that old wooden gate that was hidden by the ivy because it was so thick. Secret garden again. There were also huge pine trees in the parking strip. I remember one day running away and hiding up the pine tree for what seemed like hours. When I got sick of it and went in the house no one even noticed I was gone. I was disappointed. I remember hiding under he diaper table too that was in our room for a while, pretending to run away, just to see if was missed. No one noticed. Oh well. I remember being up really late and standing on mom and dad's bed and Joseph walked in, pulled down his pants and peed on the floor right under the edge of the bed. I was so surprised I didn't say anything for a couple days. Then he did something to make me mad, so I told on him. He denied it and when I showed dad where it was and dad smelled the pee, he made me clean it up. I was so mad! I just decided Joseph must have been sleep walking because his eyes were closed and he never saw me. Oh, I have so many more memories, but its late. There was that old spring horse on the porch. Learning to ride my bike, the awesome alleys in the block, the bad neighbor kids with their porn, the creepy guy at the library going pee on the lawn in front of me and Joseph, Elizabeth found front hand springs on the island till she broke her elbow, having a wonder woman swimming suit that I wore till there was a hole in the crotch. I loved wonder woman! Hannah having diarrhea on the carpet in the front room and dad rubbing her face in it, changing cloth diapers on Jonathan. Helping Jonathan learn to walk across the front room. Running to get warm by the fireplace after a bath, the butterflies that hu g on the wall in the bathroom. I'll stop now. The memories just flood in. Watching Casper the friendly ghost and getting left at home while mom took everyone else to school because I was too little. Dad going on work trips and getting to sleep with mom while he was gone. OK I'll really stop now. I love this. Have a great night. Oh, Samuel was really good and would work for Matt if it meant he could get matt to make that marshmallow gun. Love you
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