Through These Doorways


This is the front door of my childhood home….it was always kept locked always …would not believe how many thought after mom’s passing they could now entry through it and leave it unlocked…Mom’s rules are rules for life ….you came through the back door because you did…it was where everything happen ….


the chair may be empty to human eyes but it will always hold her spirit and ideas…..her cup and spoon may never be used here but it is full and just right in heaven …I took this shot to remind me she is here no matter what my eyes see..For only a few will see her spirit in all they do others will miss her to hard and miss her spirit…..drink a cup for me mom and asks dad to have a cup as well….I feel you both on the morning smell of brewed coffee and the breeze that blows through the trees in the yard

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this doorway takes one toward Moms bedroom through the dining room….this room was the over fill room when all were home for a holiday or family get together ….funny how many times this room was used in different way….but no matter what the use it was always filled with love and life…..voices and love of family


…through this doorway one entry the kitchen in my childhood home….it was the hub of life …good food ,great talk and a table always filled with conversation and food …..many talks and discussions were made in this doorway to the table …what were your last talks about …..

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when the above room was full and things were done …one went back through the doorway to the living-room to rest and watch tv or take a nap on a way to small couch…..many times the living room changed but it was always the hub of after meal time…top memory was Dad or mom watching tv news …they could be snoring and if you touched the dial on the tv …one would hear ..turn that back I was watching that……


through this doorway one went to the back bedroom …where at some time in all ten little Indians lives we slept or studied ……
….to some these door ways mean nothing and you are thinking silly photos but to ten little Indians of this home they are doorways of our lives…….

There were ten little Indians in a bed and the little one said,
“Roll over, roll over.”
So they all rolled over and one fell out.
There were nine in the bed and the little one said,
“Roll over, roll over.”
So they all rolled over and one fell out….

…many a time mom would say Good night …..you all go to sleep……..stop that laughing….turn that radio off……turn out that light …… Now I say ……good night mom …..good night dad… goodnight Jerry…good night Larry ….

There was one in the bed and the little one said,
“Good night!”

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Cathleen Daum
    Jun 13, 2011 @ 17:12:49

    A wonderful tribute to your life as a child, and you family.

    Reply

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