Saturday, July 23, 2011

The House That Built Me

This is our old house in New Mexico. When I was 10 years old we bought the small cabin and, the summer that I was 11 my family added on the stucco half of the house. We moved from this house to Oklahoma when I was 14. I guess we weren't there too long, but it is one of my favorite homes.

Anytime I'm up that way, I always drive by our old house. After hearing Miranda Lambert's song "The House that Built Me", I thought it might be fun to actually stop in and say hello to the owners. Of course, that song is a little bit sad, but my visit was far from sad. The owner was very gracious to show me around and let me take photos, and listen to all my little stories about living there. I think he himself was fascinated by the experience. One funny thing - every time I mentioned my folks he'd ask if they were still alive. Yep, they're still alive and kickin' it.

This is the view from the back porch.

4 comments:

Bag Blog said...

I love that house too. For some reason, I cry when I see it.

Catherine MacDermott said...

wow...whadda view - "if I paint that picture enough times, God said he'd give it to me..." It's one of those kind of views!

Jesse said...

Yeah, the house makes me feel sentimental too, Mom. Maybe because it was the first house that was really ours. It was a happy house for sure.

I haven't painted it yet, Catherine, but I've photographed it enough that God might still give it to me ;)

Jo Castillo said...

Nice post and I'm very glad that your folks are alive and kickin'!