The house was not very old because it was built in the 1970s when my grandfather moved from another ancestral house nearby. It probably had some 5 rooms and a ... Read More
The house was not very old because it was built in the 1970s when my grandfather moved from another ancestral house nearby. It probably had some 5 rooms and a ... Read More
My mother was the quintessential modern woman. She and my father designed and built their stone ranch in 1960. It had split levels, built in planters with Ivey and a ... Read More
My mom's home was the safe house. I tended to befriend those lost souls; ones who didn't have many friends or who had various problems within their own homes. My ... Read More
What I remember most about Grandma's house was the back yard. It was huge, easily four times the size of mine, which was magical as child. There was a rusty ... Read More
I actually live in my mother’s childhood home. It’s a beautiful ranch that sits on a few thousand acres of family land. In this house I am raising three children; two of them daughters. ... Read More
I remember cans of green beans and Cool-Aid, and hot dogs, and the rare treat of frozen dinners...The home I grew up in was messy and cluttered most of the ... Read More
Feeling calm and comfortable. The smell! Of wood and good food-- evoking love and welcome. Our first home had a similar smell when we first visited it as prospective home ... Read More
I remember when I was younger that on Saturday you woke up and cleaned the house. I remember the mixed smell of bleach, Pine-Sol, and Pledge. There were also the ... Read More
There were always animals; we had rabbits, guinea pigs, turtles, and our black cat Spooky. I remember the smells and the plants: picking lemons off the tree in the backyard ... Read More
My mother's home is cozy, vibrant, and electric. The scent of delicious different cuisines fill the kitchen. Comfort and warmth throughout the entire house. Laughter and lively conversation excites the soul. Stories of my ... Read More
I belong to a matrilineal community of India. My mother’s home is where I grew up and what I still call my permanent home. My mother’s parents lived with us ... Read More
My mother's home was full of handmade items, including my clothes, toys, decorations, blankets and meals. It was a very comfortable place that wasn't fancy or stylish, but was where all my ... Read More
I was born in July 1967. My mother died in May 1969. "Her home" was "my home." After her passing, "my maternal village" was activated. My mother was the second ... Read More
I remember the memories and 50 years and counting of family life built and shared there. I remember playing under my mom's quilt frame, as she hand quilted. I remember the summer ... Read More
Always busy, many children. My siblings were always singing and talking. Lots of Pennsylvania classic rock. I was usually busy dreaming and playing with toys. The safe haven of good pizza and ... Read More
My parents' home in Maine still feels like my home. It always felt too small and too loud for the five of us, but it had a huge yard surrounded ... Read More
My mother’s home was warm, comfortable and full of love. She played the piano for church, for the high school choirs and for enjoyment. She taught me to play too. Her home ... Read More
My parents still live in the house I grew up in. Growing up, the house seemed large but I now know it was a small bungalow divided into many small rooms so ... Read More
The pipes would burst, and it smelled of peanut brittle during the holidays. It was painted an industrial gray/blue color, and the floorboards creaked.
Bright light streaming in from big windows, warm hardwood floors, music & laughter, small tv in the kitchen perpetually on. Rooms that were "nice" and "for company" but also comfort and coziness. the ... Read More
