...Like the fact that "my parents are selling their home" in Provo!!!! (!!!!!)
MY home from age twelve on up! It is exciting and heart wrenching in the same breath. Speaking of breath--how about the view-just takes it, don't it? Do the memories get sold along with the house? Because isn't "returning to the place" the impetus to open those flood gates and reminisce? Will "Gromma and Grompa's House" ever really feel like a "Gromma and Grompa's House" when, upon visiting, I won't be able to say things to my youngins' like, "Mommy did ___ here when she was your age!" I guess I will leave that responsibility up to the Makers of Gromma and Grompa's new place--wherever that may be.
Unca Doug showing of the built in china cupboard in "the music/dining room"--check out that woodwork people!!
Remember when we used our oh-so-advance filming skillz (yes, with a "z") and filmed ourselves jumping off the master bedroom balcony landing on the grass below then being punched by the evil dude who, upon punching, breaks open the little packet of watery ketchup mixture in the punchee's mouth that gave the illusion of a blood-inducing blow? What about the 4th of July fireworks made possible by this view: (yes, that is the lovely BYU)
Will that celebration ever have as much flair as it did here? And...the garden, Dad, the garden!! No one could ever muster up from the earth the character in greenery that you have. Will your next house have a gun closet, a bomb shelter, a powder room, a trophy case, or a "back" porch AND a patio? No, it won't. Nor will it have this front porch (and her fabulous doors):
Where else will you find a front step that has real buffalo-head nickels embedded in it's red cement. Where I scored my first kiss(Scott--hmm, forgot his last name) and last kiss (Why Craig of course!--although we do still kiss but not usually on this porch--nor ours for that matter) !! Where the ducks used to come to poop until we finally set them free in Provo River. Where thousands of steps have been stepped in order to feast at the entertaining graces of the Knudsen table. How can we say farewell to this house where the aftermaths of 5 weddings were celebrated! (Ben, you better get in gear!)
Does your dining room fit a 14-foot table?
It is the end of an era, folks. Does anyone know anyone looking for the perfect home?
Because this was perfect for me: in junior high when Matt D. told me that I was still just as beautiful with braces as without, in high school, when the living room hosted many late night zoology study groups a few early morning birthday kidnappings, lots of tacky corsage pinnings, and then of course super cheap rent ($0) in college so I could use that same home as a home base for my travels. Can they legally sell the spot in which you fell in and out of love with so many people and things? What about if it is where you learned to cook? Or where you learned who you were and what you could become?
The answer is yes, they can and they are.
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(By the way, our engine light IS on and we are NOT ignoring it.)