Friday, June 11, 2010

The House That Built Me

Grama's House

Marta told me about a song called The House That Built Me. It made me cry. So I took a little tour and drove past the houses that built me. My grandma's house was for sale, all lonely and empty looking, so I pulled into the driveway and grabbed my camera.

Ever since she moved out thirty-five years ago I've wished I had some pictures; the succession of owners didn't seem welcoming. But now I could walk past the fish-pond, peek in the windows and conjure up some ghosts.

There was a sign on the front door. Could it be a message from my past? I searched for my glasses and got closer. "Danger. Keep Out. Stay Away. This house was used as a meth lab."

I almost fell off the porch in my dash for the car. So much for the house that built me. (I always knew Grandma was a good cook.)


To listen to the song, click here: The House That Built Me.
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13 comments:

  1. JakeJune 11, 2010 at 7:43 AM

    Yikes!! I remember that house a tiny bit. I'm sad to hear that it went to pot. Literally.

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  2. ChristieJune 11, 2010 at 7:55 AM

    That song is awesome. So sad about the house though.

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  3. HannahJune 11, 2010 at 8:41 AM

    That is sad!

    I can't even bring myself to drive by my old house. I hear the new owners trashed it and tore out my mom's beautiful garden.

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  4. DianeJune 11, 2010 at 9:49 AM

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  5. DianeJune 11, 2010 at 9:51 AM

    I'm sorry that's what happened to your grandma's house - but the image of surprise on your face to find out about the meth lab must have been priceless.

    The best thing your grandma cooked up in that house was you!

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  6. crissy // mama bossJune 11, 2010 at 10:08 AM

    Most of the houses that have made me, so far, are still within family posession. Unlike my husband, the house he was born in has since been torn down. (I tease him and say it means he doesn't really exist.)
    That is so sad about your grandma's house. :( I would probably cry if there were a sign like that on the door of any house I once occupied.

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  7. ShelleyJune 11, 2010 at 10:42 AM

    Like Hannah I too can not even drive by the first house I owned. I had my babies there and so many memories. Thankfully I took about 500 pictures of everything, even the bathrooms! Sorry about your Gramdma's house. You'll always have your memories.

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  8. mama joJune 11, 2010 at 6:31 PM

    that's unreal!!! such a sad ending...hope they fix it up...

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  9. dianeJune 11, 2010 at 9:19 PM

    I love your story and that song too. I hope my kids will have fond memories of our house.

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  10. MistyJune 11, 2010 at 11:12 PM

    I told my parents they can never move; not only do my kids need to have memories in the house I grew up in, we also have a pretty extensive pet cemetery in the back yard.

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  11. ~KristinaJune 12, 2010 at 11:34 PM

    you never fail to deliver. Oma, this post made me laugh as much as it made me cry.

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  12. pollyJune 13, 2010 at 1:54 PM

    It is the feeling that was in that old house. And that was grama and grampa. What they gave us lives on in our homes, because we all have a bit of them in us. Still so sad that someone could do awful things in that sweet home where so many happy memories took place.

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  13. AnonymousJune 13, 2010 at 10:46 PM

    I don't think I could look at that blog-- I'd just cry. My childhood house was torn down and I've missed it ever since.

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