tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post5647133909598978041..comments2024-03-18T23:21:52.381-04:00Comments on Thrifty Decor Chick | Thrifty DIY, Decor and Organizing: Going HomeThrifty Decor Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08387609050626968143noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-62403596859543029552013-03-31T20:29:26.683-04:002013-03-31T20:29:26.683-04:00I am catching up on your posts and this one is so ...I am catching up on your posts and this one is so timely. Tomorrow, my father-in-law is moving in with my husband and I and leaving the home he has lived in for 44 years. He lived there with the love of his life for 42 of those years. He is excited to be moving to our house and in his new space here, but is also sad and apprehensive over leaving all those memories. We have lots of photos, and we know the person who is buying it. I hope to take him by occasionally. My husband and my sister-in-law are doing okay with the sale, but their memories are different. <br />I think it so great that a member of the family who owns that house replied here. Now, you can take your son and really show him the house! Teresahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06564253367505756224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-29958300785363523432013-03-28T21:33:14.787-04:002013-03-28T21:33:14.787-04:00It is so special for you to share these memories. ...It is so special for you to share these memories. I loved seeing the old photos and then to see how the farmhouse is today. So sad that those trees and barn buildings aren't there any more. I have a feeling that this isn't the last of your involvement with this special place.Marcyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03975169823083716868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-75159510660026144612013-03-28T14:25:33.768-04:002013-03-28T14:25:33.768-04:00My parents still live in my childhood home and ver...My parents still live in my childhood home and very little of it has changed. I get more sentimental over the changes in the area around my home. I grew up a mile and a half from Ft. Clatsop and would ride my bike through what was a sorting yard for a logging co. Now the Fort owns it and cleared it out and put in parking so now instead of being peaceful there are an overwhelming number of loud, rude, and disgusting tourists that like to trespass on my parent's and their neighbor's property. The neighbors have even had people POOP behind the house. In the yard. So frustrating. And of course there are plenty of nice tourists, but the nasty ones are the ones that stand out! We're also getting many new businesses in the area which is good on one hand, but so sad for overly sentimental people like me! My kids are frequently asking, "Is it bad we're getting new stores?" And I have to say, No, it's fine, I just miss the trees and the way things were." We still have MANY trees and live in a beautiful area!<br />Michelle Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13142493059955332647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-11445408212541579062013-03-28T13:58:42.786-04:002013-03-28T13:58:42.786-04:00I have recently moved back into the house that I g...I have recently moved back into the house that I grew up in.....It's wonderful and weird at the same time! You are so very right about how things seemed so much bigger when we were kids! Now that all my "stuff" is in it doesn't seem nearly as big as it was 30 years ago! As wonderful as it is I do have an inner tug of war with myself about it.....I want it to stay the same yet it really does need alot of updating but I feel like I'm betraying the house in some way by changing it...lol!boosted98mitsuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12835369325484323515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-15778856874441339742013-03-28T09:57:59.987-04:002013-03-28T09:57:59.987-04:00I feel you Sarah! Anytime I've gone back to ho...I feel you Sarah! Anytime I've gone back to homes I've grown up in, I'm always disappointed because they're not the same. This leads me to think that some memories are better left at that....memories! Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-26406076769673487592013-03-28T09:05:27.133-04:002013-03-28T09:05:27.133-04:00I understand. I am fortunate that my parents stil...I understand. I am fortunate that my parents still own and live in my childhood home. Even so, it has changed. In1974, 3 F5 tornados swept through my little (2376) town of Guin, AL. Much damage and loss of life changed Guin forever. We lost the pine thicket that was in our back yard but the house was not touched. Mother and Daddy added on a sunroom a few years ago that we all love. We used to have the same telephone niche. Sorta wish that was still there. Our bedrooms have undergone drastic changes. Mine is an office and my brother's is the guest bedroom, still with his twin beds. But mother kept our decorated doors. My brother had painted his and mine still has the sweetest puppy dog decal.Bridgett Junkinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03336454490962627896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-71837611314074455442013-03-28T08:39:47.772-04:002013-03-28T08:39:47.772-04:00I completely understand your sentimentality for th...I completely understand your sentimentality for that house, that red barn and the trees! I am the same way! My grandparents both had farms in central Indiana. I grew up in Brownstown, Indiana (which is the even smaller town than Johnny Cougar Melloncamp's small town!). Loved today's post!Karmenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15278364040974045532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-37984180181399903882013-03-28T08:38:01.264-04:002013-03-28T08:38:01.264-04:00I was born in IN but have lived in Texas almost my...I was born in IN but have lived in Texas almost my entire life. I went to Purdue and one of my best friends from college lives in Lafontaine! I have been there several times...cute, sleepy little town!The Bartula'shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10609232419542900312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-48209848243675207562013-03-28T08:07:36.781-04:002013-03-28T08:07:36.781-04:00What a touching post. My father died when I was 6...What a touching post. My father died when I was 6 and we moved to my grandparents town. We did move back home after a year. My mother passed away when I was 18 so our family home was sold. When I was in my 20's with children of my own we moved to a house on that same street. It was fabulous to be near the home where I grew up, near the neighbors that loved me and my family so much and to have my children play in the same places I played. My childhood home was being rented. While living there, the tenants moved out and I got to go in that house again. It is so true how everything seemed so huge to me as a child! I loved that house and had tons of fabulous memories and some sad....but it is all pieces of things that make me who I am today.Mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06927898346916971517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-50627480502413285192013-03-28T07:59:33.168-04:002013-03-28T07:59:33.168-04:00Yes, I still think about our old house. When I go ...Yes, I still think about our old house. When I go back to Oklahoma, I drive by it but it too looks so different. I've even googled it and stared at the photo of the yard. Some of the trees look kind of the same. It's funny how those houses get a hold on our hearts. I totally loved reading your memories. I get it.Kathy Olsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11668699397851882212noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-89600719616294681952013-03-28T03:07:13.595-04:002013-03-28T03:07:13.595-04:00Great post Sarah! I also moved a lot as a kid and ...Great post Sarah! I also moved a lot as a kid and I think that's what makes me so insistent that we grow roots where we are. In love the house pics, but my fave was the one of your mom and newborn sister! Thanks for sharing!<br />XO, Barbara at Chase the StarAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14701001416185703044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-25387432157040341132013-03-28T02:07:08.875-04:002013-03-28T02:07:08.875-04:00This is a great article! After reading this, I sud...This is a great article! After reading this, I suddenly remember all my childhood days with our old house. All my happy memories with my friends and family were all there. It's sad, I missed the fun especially my parents before they got separated. Our old house reminds me of happiness when I was still a child. Lonniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05331298604014274419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-39065128783107411562013-03-28T00:44:48.909-04:002013-03-28T00:44:48.909-04:00I remember thinking our rooms were huge too, until...I remember thinking our rooms were huge too, until i went back and they were so small!!! Its such a different perspective when you grow up!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-40986749197728803102013-03-27T23:38:49.342-04:002013-03-27T23:38:49.342-04:00Loved this. Thanks so much!Loved this. Thanks so much!Mandi@TidbitsfromtheTremayneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10770292587963828189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-2524858820382960662013-03-27T23:25:05.814-04:002013-03-27T23:25:05.814-04:00it really is hard to go back.....I hope the travel...it really is hard to go back.....I hope the travels with Dad built lots of new memories...I have 2 houses that hold my memories...one I never really grew up in,my parents got the summer I married but it was so special. A dream forever 2 story log home side of a mountain in a canyon over a trout stream...My Dad did so much of the work. The other my Aunt and Uncles a old homestead they redid...huge and so special again...today a home for children ....both I will never go in...drive buy but that is as much as I can push myselfKathryn J Cainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17354883722708694869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-50248639885684208962013-03-27T21:32:53.728-04:002013-03-27T21:32:53.728-04:00I cried when I saw my Grandma and Grandpa N's ...I cried when I saw my Grandma and Grandpa N's house after having not been there for 20 years. I haven't been back. I don't even know if the house is still standing. The new owners (after Grandma died in 1962 and the house was sold, and Grandpa went to live with my Aunt L, his oldest daughter, and her family, who lived down the highway about half a mile) had so changed the place and in the meantime, while I grew up, the area had changed. Gotten more densely populated, for one thing. I couldn't bring myself to go to the front door and knock to see if anyone was home and would let me take a look around. Sometimes, it is better not to go back. Sometimes, it is just better to preserve precious memories as they are.Janhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16575870809633911343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-31273273177852642013-03-27T20:47:55.409-04:002013-03-27T20:47:55.409-04:00Oh, & I wonder how old the house is. Probably
...Oh, & I wonder how old the house is. Probably<br />quite old. It looks like it may have had 2 front<br />doors originally. ?<br />ChrissySteelers6https://www.blogger.com/profile/12259433761178851023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-10532874905908505512013-03-27T20:44:45.815-04:002013-03-27T20:44:45.815-04:00Oh, thanks for including us; I liked reading about...Oh, thanks for including us; I liked reading about <br />that. I felt a bit teary reading it. Seems so sad<br />that so much of the special stuff is just plain gone. <br />At least the house was still there. It sure must be<br />sad for those who go back as you did only to see<br />a mini mart or something. :( I'm puzzled why it's<br />vacant, in decent shape, yet unlocked? (Or maybe<br />you were looking through the windows.)<br /><br />At first I thought your Mom was you, & who is the<br />little girl? (Duh) But you do look a bit like her. !<br /><br />Your sis is a beautiful baby. <br /><br />I read the other comments--I loved the one that<br />said you could fix it up for a TV show. And the<br />comment from Laura who is from the family that<br />owns the house....cool. I kept thinking a commenter<br />might say; "I lived in that house too!"<br /><br />ChrissySteelers6https://www.blogger.com/profile/12259433761178851023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-90467182611685132782013-03-27T18:22:20.039-04:002013-03-27T18:22:20.039-04:00What a neat story! I have the same feeling about a...What a neat story! I have the same feeling about a house I grew up in. Would love to buy it still to this day! Blessings to you!Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08904899302249186593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-8198220764689008132013-03-27T17:57:11.583-04:002013-03-27T17:57:11.583-04:00Hi Sarah, this is such a small world...
My famil...Hi Sarah, this is such a small world...<br /><br />My family actually owns that house! My name is Laura (Bowman) Langebartels. My sister-in-law follows your blog and she passed your site on to me since I've been doing projects on our new house, which is literally a half mile from your childhood house!<br /><br />My grandfather actually grew up in that house too. It's very special to my family! If you'd like to come up for another visit I'd love to meet you and let you in the house! You can email me at lauralangebartels@gmail.com.Living With Lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03310466212650119369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-51952404088393086122013-03-27T17:14:38.456-04:002013-03-27T17:14:38.456-04:00Hi there, I'm a new follower! This post totall...Hi there, I'm a new follower! This post totally struck a chord in my heart!! I totally get it...I am so afraid for the day that my parents sell their house, the one I grew up in until I moved and got married. Like I could seriously tear up right now even thinking about the possibility!<br /><br />The funny thing is, it doesn't even have anything "special" about it. It's a typical 4-bedroom suburban, cookie-cutter kind of place. There are just so many memories inside :)Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09810163472487084530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-65737602898684086512013-03-27T16:40:05.441-04:002013-03-27T16:40:05.441-04:00Our stories are very similar. It's funny beca...Our stories are very similar. It's funny because the hubs and I were just talking about the number of times I moved as a kid the other day over lunch. The longest we stayed in any one house was 3 years. My hubby's mother still lives in the house he grew up in (she is 94, he 55). Our girls love that house! While our last house in NY was probably my favorite, the one I miss the most was my grandparents home in NY. They rented the bottom floor of an old house (the landlord's brother, a fireman, lived upstairs). I have a dream to go back someday to see it as well. Since both our parents worked outside the home we spent a great many hours in that old house. We will celebrate 21 years in our home in May (the 2nd for our 23 year old, the only for our 19 year old). I told my husband, while there are many beautiful newer homes out there, I couldn't imagine moving! I think after talking about how many times I had moved the other day, he totally gets it!!Simply LKJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06691860606573110974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-78438606225048880562013-03-27T16:16:50.710-04:002013-03-27T16:16:50.710-04:00What a bitter sweet story. I loved reading this p...What a bitter sweet story. I loved reading this post. I moved around a lot as a kid - my dad was in the Royal Air Force, so we had several homes, but there is one place that was perfect in my memory. The location, the rooms, I was happy there. You've stirred up old memories for me too. xKatherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05170342120030919320noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-26617717033945413392013-03-27T16:01:59.821-04:002013-03-27T16:01:59.821-04:00We moved around a lot as well. (yep, I be a milita...We moved around a lot as well. (yep, I be a military brat) So I don't have any special place to remember. I do have a home that I remember fondly though. A house way up in the mountains of Caifornia that my grandpa built. My mom said she drove up there a few years back and although she never lived there it made her feel homesick. I said I am sure I would feel the same way seeing it again. We have plans to drive up to see it this Fall when I go with her and dad to visit my sisters. It's been soooo many years, but it's where my happiest childhood memories took place! Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09749734347647016111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7781670590071996754.post-65995615888985717392013-03-27T15:42:53.171-04:002013-03-27T15:42:53.171-04:00Loved your story, Sarah. Funny how lots of people ...Loved your story, Sarah. Funny how lots of people said they moved a lot as kids - so did we. But my maternal grandparents home was our real home where we always spent holidays and other family gatherings. A few years after my grandmother died in 1992, my grandfather sold the house. I went with my mother and took my then 11 yr old son to help him clean out the house. I had always imagined my family living in their house but it was in the wrong city. Then when we were moving their things out, I realized what bad shape it was really in. I still visit the house on Google every now and then. The only changes the new owners have made is change the backyard fence since it used to be a 4 ft chain link and now it's a 6 ft wooden fence.<br />When my grandma died and we were in Ft. Worth for the funeral, my mother told me that we were very close to the elementary school that I had attended for 2 yrs. I remembered it as a small 2-story red brick school and I'd told my kids and husband about it. We decided to drive by the school to see what it looked like 23 yrs later. Talk about shocked! The building was still there, but it was abandoned and all boarded up. The campus gounds were all overgrown and weedy. Of course, all my kids (ages 11 and 13 then) could say was, "you went to school here?" At least my mom jumped in and said, "Well, it didn't look like this back then!" You can imagine how old it made me feel, though, just seeing the school like that. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com