Memories

Some stock photos you see online just take you back to another place and time. This one popped up in my Facebook today from where my sister shared it with me a year or two ago. Definitely brings back memories. Our house was not like this at all. We had a nice little house with white siding, a front porch and a back patio. But we didn't have running water at first. I would only have been about 3 or 4 but can vividly remember when we had the old hand pump like pictured to the left in the above photo. It was on the kitchen counter until Daddy got a nice sink and faucets put in. And we didn't have a bathroom. Just an old outhouse. Mom heated water on the stove and poured it in an old galvanized tub like seen above for us to take a bath. And Mommy always did the laundry in a winger washer. She had another galvanized tub that sat up on legs to rinse the clothes in. We got a full bathroom with toilet, tub and running water by the time we started school. We weren't poor, but we weren't rich. Daddy just got a good deal on the house and had to fix it up as we could. It went from a two bedroom, kitchen and living room to a three bedroom, kitchen, living room and bath by the time we were about 8 or 9. Then in later years, the back patio was enclosed and the bathroom reduced in size to create another small bedroom and a laundry room off the kitchen. The middle room which was a bedroom when we were little became a family/dining room. My brother actually lives in the old home place now and he has done even more remodeling and it actually has city water and sewer now so the home of old is just a fond memory. Even though we didn't have a lot, we never realized it because we had something a lot of people didn't have....A home full of love. Pride in who we were and what we stood for. We had family values and were taught to love an respect everyone...no matter what race or belief system they had. We were well adjusted children living in a home full of love. Such wonderful memories.