I inherited my family home my parents bought in 1967. Now I own it after my mom died in 2013. Is it good or bad?
I just finished cleaning the bathroom in the house I inherited. Mom, Lin and I painted it and put up the trim in 2010. I hear our laughter as we looked and looked for western trim to put up, but couldn’t find any with horses or anything western. We settled for a floral trim. Then the painting took quite a lot of effort because of the high ceilings in there—ladders, stretching and camaraderie. Mom and I worked hard as we measured and cut the trim, yet I remember laughter and lightness in our task.
Because this is a second house, I kept so much of her accents and things—she whispers to me softly anywhere I go in this lovely old house. Good or bad? I feel lucky to still have so much of her with me.
Back to the bathroom—Mom collected frogs, so frogs dance across the top of the cabinet. Another statue sits below on a shelf, a friendly group of frogs shampooing each other’s hair. A frog-etched glass hangs over the door, greeting everyone as they enter.
Mom’s sense-of-humor dons one wall with a couple hangings with funny quips that still make me laugh:
Over the years since she died, I have done a lot of needed remodeling in the bathroom, but I kept up the trim we put up together—nostalgic for sure! However, recently I have looked at the paint color and trim and thought about alternatives, so I see a change in my future.
Traveling through the rest of the house,
Mom continues to speak to me in a variety of places. The year she died, she hung a pillowcase of a picture of my brother, she and me at a San Francisco Giants’ game over her dresser in the bedroom. Mom and I have on panda bear hats which celebrated a Giants’ player then, and my brother bought them for us. Absolute delight shines in all of our eyes! How did she get it up over the dresser in her frail state? I gave it to her for Christmas her last year, and it was a pillowcase—I wanted her to put it on her bed, but she was determined to put it where she wanted it! Good or bad?
I face this picture/pillowcase every night when I go to bed and every morning when I wake up. What a delightful remembrance of such a fun day and my dear mom and brother (and my husband who took the picture)!
As I type this,
I sit at the breakfast bar in the dining room facing the kitchen, where Mom spent most of her time. What a cook she was! After she passed, I thought about remodeling the kitchen and putting in a dishwasher. Yes, she only had a dishwasher for a short time in her long career in the kitchen, and Lin suggested it, seeing how much time I spent in the kitchen washing dishes after family gatherings. As I talked to the remodeler, he easily said something about removing the cabinets. I agreed for the moment.
Then when he left, I opened one cabinet with all her spices lined up and saw her handwriting on the inside of the door and knew I couldn’t do it. So, I bought a portable dishwasher and put down new linoleum as my remodeling for the time being.
Finally,
I inherited our home I lived in from my 7th year of school until now, overflowing with memories of mom and dad. Good or bad? Deeply, I feel how good this is because it is my heritage.
Do you have a connection to a house in your life? A childhood house? Your first home as a young married? Share your experience.
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