Our House. Memories.

Tonight while having a WhatsApp group chat with friends talking about old times I remembered the home I grew up in.


Our house

In  the  middle  of  a  terrace,  in a horse shoe  surrounding  a green

It was  home  to us  all.  Our safe place, the best sight ever  seen.

In the  winter  icicles  appeared  on  the window inside  as well as  out

No  heating in the  bedrooms so   we  froze without  a doubt.

The  backroom was cosy there  was always  a fire in the grate

We fought to  sit at the  hearth, huddling  together extra heat  to  create .

Summer was different  the windows  and  doors open wide

The  garden  full of  veg and  blackberries  and  mud  we’d  trail inside!


Not mum   but  not  far off.

Christmas time  was  special everyone  hanging up  the glitter

Mum  baking in the  kitchen  Dad and  the  boys  having  a  sneaky  bitter.

When I was  little, everyone  went to midnight Mass  except  Mum and  me,

We’d stay home and  dress the Christmas tree. Ready for  the  others on their  return   see.

There  were  so many  of us  yet  no  one  was ever turned  away

Whoever  turned up was welcome, relative , friend, waif or stray.

Dad had  an office in the  front  room each night he’d do his  Union work

Men came for help. After his  working  day. His responsibilities  he didn’t  shirk.

There were only  three bedrooms all packed  to  overflowing

It could be  very  hectic  because  we would not  stop growing.

Four generations. So many memories,  too many  to  share

Sadly  the  house is  sold  and  closed  to me, though it is  still there.

We all got  Married  from  that  house, we were  all were  blessed

Our  Parents did not have  much  but  they  always  did  their best.

Funerals  Parties  and  reunions  it was  always  the place  to meet

For  over  sixty years  it  made  our lives  complete.


Our House 

In  the  middle  of  a  terrace,  in a horseshoe  surrounding  a green

It was  home  to us  all.  Our safe place , the  best sight ever  seen

20 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Frank Hubeny
    Sep 22, 2020 @ 19:54:37

    I liked your description of the tradition of midnight Mass and the special service you and your Mum provided by decorating the tree.


  2. Betty Hayes Albright
    Sep 22, 2020 @ 19:55:54

    Willow, I really enjoyed this — brought back my own fond memories. 😊💕💗


  3. pensitivity101
    Sep 22, 2020 @ 20:30:22

    I remember the council house I was born in in 1956. Dad helped deliver me.
    Happy memories of a picture of a cat on a wall in the bedroom as painted by my grandfather, Christmases, swings in the garden, bikes hanging up in the lean to. makeshift tents over clothes horses or Mum’s washing line, wonderful.


  4. Ritu
    Sep 22, 2020 @ 20:41:19

    I’ll always remember the house I grew up in… great memories, sis!
    Lovely post ❤


  5. Shweta Suresh
    Sep 23, 2020 @ 07:32:13

    Such fond memories. The house we grew up in will always be special.


  6. Hugh W. Roberts
    Sep 23, 2020 @ 09:21:01

    Such lovely memories, Willow. I think most of us will always remember the house we grew up in more than any others we move in to. My father still lives in the house I grew up in. When I visit, everything looks so much smaller than I remember. My best memories of that house were the ones around Christmas time. That could well be a future post from me in December.


  7. TheHiddenEdge
    Sep 23, 2020 @ 12:07:41

    Sweet memories, penned off the cuff? Lovely


  8. noelleg44
    Sep 23, 2020 @ 14:47:20

    This struck a chord since we are soon leaving our home of 37 years!


    • willowdot21
      Sep 23, 2020 @ 14:52:19

      It can be such a wrench, we all had a bucket of earth from the garden to put in our own gardens when the house was sold … something to keep forever 💜


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