This was a post I ran waaay back in August, but in case you were traveling or busy, here it is again. New Home Tour next week!
A different sort of house tour today…
One of my favorite songs is Miranda Lambert’s The House That Built Me. First time I heard it, I had chills. On my 1,013,541st listening, I still adore it.
What if you could walk through the home where you grew up??
I recently discovered that the home my parents built in 1978 and we lived in until 1997 is for sale and I “borrowed” the photos for our home tour today.
Travel with me to Richland, Michigan just outside of Kalamazoo to see the house that built me.
Here she is… My bedroom window was the one on the right.
My grandfather built us this home, laying the brick and doing all of the carpentry.
A single gentleman bought the home from my parents, and I know my mom is squirming somewhere wishing she could get in and decorate!
While we were building the house, my newborn sister was habitually in her carrier in the fireplace – the safest place anyone could think of during all that heavy construction. I have vivid memories – at 3 and 1/2 of varnishing (did they just give me scrap wood??) and drinking tons of Fresca.
It’s funny how rooms seem so much larger in your memory and the decorating now is much different. My mom used to set up our Christmas Village every year on the bay window, and I would play, play, play. This room is also where all my high school study groups met. For Physics (ech!) and Calculus, my friends would teach me everything I was supposed to have learned during the year. For History and English, I would teach them what they had slept through.
This was actually a screened porch during our tenure. It has gorgeous views of the pond and golf course.
Here’s the kitchen that opens up to the sunroom. One of our TVs was in the cabinet there where the books are now, and every afternoon at 4, Oprah would come on followed by Donahue while my mom cooked dinner. We’d sit in these barstools here and do homework and talk about our day. My sister would stack 12 Oreos on a plate (it was always 12) and get her tongs and a big glass of milk and get dunking. Somehow this never interfered with dinner.
This is the study where my dad worked. I used to take it over when I had big papers to write – it has a fabulous view to the golf course and my mom’s gardens. We used to have another table and chairs in here which was Study Group site #2.
This was the sundeck where I mixed baby oil and my fair skin, which just wasn’t a good idea.
This was the racquetball my dad included when he saw in the plans that we would be filling a big hole with concrete. My best friend Ingmar and I would play 2 games of racquetball and 3 games of basketball (hoop is at the other end) after school every day. We also hosted 4 high school rock bands here for a big event. The sound bouncing off all that concrete was, well, not so pretty. My dad was up and down the driveway with a flashlight looking for anyone doing anything illegal. I think mom and dad were super glad when that was over.
My sister used to scale up to her bedroom on the 3rd floor when she’d forget a Nintendo game. Luckily, my mom didn’t know that until later…
If you’re in the market for real estate in Richland, MI, you can find more photos and info at Boris Realtors.
A happy birthday tomorrow to that same Racquetball buddy Ingmar! I sure was lucky when you moved in next door.
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