I grew up in a house built in 1917 The wood for most of it was hand cut from the trees out back and the insulation was the saw dust from cutting those trees. So after the first 40 years the saw dust settles into a foot off the ground so really there was no insulation. We would wake up with frost on the walls in the winter and we had electric heaters in our rooms.. I would always cover the heater with my blanket to fall asleep lol (how dangerous). So in the winter we would stack bails around the house to help keep the cold out.. BUT that was an Invitation to The cast from THE SECRET OF NYMP to move in. I know they were just mice but as I listened to them run threw the walls, around the house, even over us as we slept. I actually pictured a Giant red ruby somewhere in my attic that they all fought for and praised. The mom mouse in a lil red coat taking care of her sick son and protecting her family from the Rats etc. I remember the day I moved out, I was fifth-teen. The only door inside the house was on my parents room. The water after in inch of running into the tub was dark red with rust. The stairs were very narrow and steep and I fell a few times & after a knee surgery my dad couldnt walk up them again thank God. I threw a shoe threw the wall once and the mouse poo was about a half foot deep mixed with saw dust. After we moved to Lloyd the place got sold and I went back after 4-5 years. Took some pictures.. Lucky it was just before it got pushed over. All the trees in the yard had died. I still wonder why. And on a day like today I give anything! Just to walk up that driveway & threw that door again.. the smells the sounds. Id give anything to walk threw that door and have my MOM waiting for me.. To sit down for dinner and look at my father at the head of the table, to get slapped in the back of head by my brothers as walked by to take there seats:) & most of all to spend those few minutes standing next to to my mother, drying dishes as she washed.. just to know.. That.. There were moments when Everythings ok. Those 10 minutes beside Her were our time to talk to & she spoke to me like a grown up about love & life. Those 10 minutes everyday I cherish and thats why I have MOMMAS BOY tattood on my chest. So its not the big trip or Gifts or fancy houses.. its 10 minutes, 10 genuine loving minutes a day that made me this way. I miss you Shelly Olson And thanks for this Crazy life Love always
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 15:56:29 +0000
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