Here is your assignment, if you choose to play along (cue the Mission: Impossible! music, please!):
(1) What was your childhood home like? How big was it? How many rooms did it have? What facilities did you have? What furniture was there?
(2) Share your response on your own blog, in a comment to this post, or in a comment or post on Facebook.
So the first thing I have to decide with a question like this is, which home? While Randy was fortunate enough to have lived in the same home until he was 19, me? Not so much. A few years ago Randy's theme was the houses in which you have lived. I had racked up 27 addresses, 21 of them by the time I turned 21.
I think I'll go with the house at 434 Randy Street in Pomona, California. Not only was it a home from childhood, which I tend to think of as a younger age, but I can actually picture more of what it looked like than most other of our homes.
|434 Randy Street in 2011|
Going by the information on Zillow, the house is currently 1,190 square feet and has four bedrooms and two bathrooms. That number of bedrooms sounds right to me. I think all three of us children had our own rooms. We had a living/family room and a kitchen. I remember a back porch off of the living room and a big back yard off of that. I think there was a door off the kitchen that went to the outside, probably the back yard. There was a garage, possibly for two cars. The house had a curved driveway and a good-sized front yard. I think there was some sort of overhang over the front door.
On the right side of the driveway, where the phoot above shows a hard surface, it was still part of the yard and we had roses planted along the curve.
In the living room we had a floor-to-ceiling bookcase, which I used to climb up, which freaked out my mother, who was afraid of heights. We had a credenza of some sort, probably that included a TV. I remember on that piece of furniture was where my mother's status of a cobra with its hood spread out used to sit. We had to hide the statue when my mom's sister came over, because she was morbidly afraid of snakes, even inanimate ones. There was a big couch on the opposite side of the room.
There was enough space in the living room to accommodate a folding card table, because that's where my parents would set up the table when they had friends over to play cards, probably poker and pinochle. My parents didn't play bridge; my father only picked up the game after marrying my stepmother. Sometimes when their friends were over I would walk through chomping on an onion as though it were an apple.
I don't remember what any of the bedrooms or bathrooms looked like except that I had a window in my room. That I remember because my cat, Velvet, used to go in and out that way.
For some time we had a pet snake — a green snake, I think — which lived in the garage. It escaped three times. My mother was able to retrieve it the first two times, but the third time it was gone for good.