We moved to Forty Love Point in February of '87. Now, twenty years later, we've said our goodbyes as my parents have officially made the move to Charleston. There are a lot of memories tied up in that house, in that lake, in that neighborhood, in that town. The one stop-light, one-grocery store, one-of-everything town that has slowly gained three-of-everything over the years (as in, now there's a Subway, Hardee's and McDonald's, and not just a Hardee's).
So many wonderful friendships were born there, and I think about how the Lord so greatly blessed my family over the years...
I wanted to take some time to jot down some of the memories I have in some of the rooms, but trust me...it's not the rooms that matter, just the memories. Memories that we can laugh at and cherish. And of course, it's not memories that matter, just the here and now, but I think it's okay to have fun with memories. Someone once said, "It's okay to look back...just don't stare." And yes, my family makes fun of me for remembering all of this stuff.
The Infamous Front Porch Shot. I was 19 here.
The Downstairs Bathroom
This is where I got the soap-covered sock stuffed into my mouth for being a jerk to my mom. I also got my butt whooped in this room.
This is where I got mad at Laura for getting sick one morning after she spent the night, because I didn't want her to have to go home.
This is where my cousin, Susan, was changing the toilet paper roll, and the metal spring-loaded thingy shot across the room, hit the tile floor, and made a loud noise and my mom said, "I heard that."
This is the room that smelled like potpourri.
The Study
This is where I would watch Saved By the Bell and the Brady Bunch re-runs after school. I would help my mom in the kitchen with dinner during the commercial breaks.
This is where Robin and I played Nintendo -- she once beat the entire Mario 1 game in between our mom calling us for dinner and actual dinner time (after we had mastered it, of course).
This is where we first discovered the Internet. Our dad purchased "Prodigy," and soon thereafter AOL-- he helped me create
bballsax as my screen name, which I used forever.
This is where I emailed Gina, even though calling her would have been faster, and that's back when we actually really knew that was true.
The Living Room
This is where I would play the piano, mainly learning from Robin; when she would play, I would try to sneak in the door and hide behind a chair to listen. I always got busted.
This is where we danced to The Entertainer and Fur Elise.
This is where we watched old movies from our childhood or our mom's childhood.
This is where mom would bring us to talk when the guys where watching TV in the den
This is where the 20+ year old Ficus tree lived
Whoa, look at that mullet!
The Dining Room
This is where we shared holiday meals. Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, some birthdays.
The Kitchen
This is where we had dinner/supper every night. My dad calling it supper and my mom calling it dinner.
This is where we stood around and talked when we were all back in town.
This is where Robin, Stacy and I locked the pizza in the oven by turning on the "self-cleaning oven" selection, which burned the pizza into an unrecognizable disc of black soot.
This is where we learned to make homemade chocolate chip cookies, cakes, pies.
This is where our mom made innumerable amounts of meals for our family.
This is where you could look out at the beautiful sunrise, or watch a family of ducks swim by, or watch the grey storm clouds rolling across the sky, and soon thereafter, the rain pelleting the water. I loved it if we got white caps out there.
This is where my mom found a dead scorpion on the floor after Robin had just prayed about needing one for her bug project. Okay, Lord...wow.
This is where you could eat off of the floor because mom kept it so spotless.
The Den
This is where I watched The Cosby Show every Thursday night with my mom.
This is where I threw the scissors cuz I was angry, which punctured a cushion in the couch (another butt whoopin).
This is where our dad would open the French doors, turn on the stereo and blast 2001 across the lake on game day.
This is where we had our first CD player. Stuart gave it Steph as a gift. The first CD she had was The Police, which I would listen to over and over again because it was a CD
This is where I had my 7th grade slumber party, at which we watched all of the Jaws movies
This is where we put our Christmas trees, which we would cut down at a local country tree farm
The Stairs
This is where our mom told us to NOT leave our "stuff". We would leave our shoes there, books there, whatever there, instead of taking it upstairs. That's where I got it from... no "stuff " can be left anywhere.
This is what we rode down on a cot mattress when our parents weren't home
This is where we sat and talked.
This is where I had to stand when my mom measured my prom dresses/bridesmaid dresses that needed to be hemmed
The Screened Porch/Back Deck
This is where we would sit in the dark and listen to the frogs and crickets and watch lonely boats with their green and red lights navigating through the waters.
This is where we would have dessert in the summer time
This is where Stephanie had her quiet time with the Lord in the mornings
This is where I tried to turn grapes into raisins
This is where Mittens and Buttons would lounge in the sun
So......... there is my sentimental sap list of a few memories that have popped into my mind. Of course there's more in there, but this could go on forever. Goodbye house!
Hi, I am Sadie, and I'm going to rip this d&%@ thing off my head as soon as you're not looking.
