This was where I grew up in South Ogden. My Dad built the back part of the house first and then (with the help of my older brother) added the front part before I was born. It was a small, 3 bedroom house with only 1 bathroom. My dad and mom lived there most of their married life. After my mom passed away, my dad moved to an Assisted Living Home. He never wanted us to sell the house while he was alive. He always thought he would return to live there some day (which never happened). The memories in that house are too many to mention. It was filled with lots of music, singing, laughing, the smell of fresh bread baking, being squished as the family grew bigger and most of all....Love! It taught me that it doesn't matter what type of a house you have as long as it is filled with people you care about. That love is what changes a house into a home. Now the house is empty. The roof is caving in and the foundation has huge cracks. It's a miracle that there has never been a fire because the wiring is old and out-dated. It will have to be torn down and until that happens, the rodents have adopted it as a local motel. It makes me sad, but without my mom and dad there... it is just a house. A house full of wonderful memories. A home that I will never forget. Monday, May 19, 2008
Empty House
This was where I grew up in South Ogden. My Dad built the back part of the house first and then (with the help of my older brother) added the front part before I was born. It was a small, 3 bedroom house with only 1 bathroom. My dad and mom lived there most of their married life. After my mom passed away, my dad moved to an Assisted Living Home. He never wanted us to sell the house while he was alive. He always thought he would return to live there some day (which never happened). The memories in that house are too many to mention. It was filled with lots of music, singing, laughing, the smell of fresh bread baking, being squished as the family grew bigger and most of all....Love! It taught me that it doesn't matter what type of a house you have as long as it is filled with people you care about. That love is what changes a house into a home. Now the house is empty. The roof is caving in and the foundation has huge cracks. It's a miracle that there has never been a fire because the wiring is old and out-dated. It will have to be torn down and until that happens, the rodents have adopted it as a local motel. It makes me sad, but without my mom and dad there... it is just a house. A house full of wonderful memories. A home that I will never forget. 
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How wonderful memories! You are right, a house becomes a home with love, parents, children, meals, noise :)
iliYou have been so blessed to have such marvelous memories. I was not that fortunate. Guess that's why I am determined to make my home full of sweet memories for my children & grandchildren. A house is just materials...nothing...compared to what goes on inside of it. Anne
I miss Grandma and Grandpa and I miss the memories we made in that house. It makes me sad when we drive past. But they're (and you're) right, at least we DO have memories. And they are wonderful! We're lucky to have had two of the greatest people in our lives and to continue the traditions they began.
I completely agree with Annie. I love and miss Gramma and Grandpa. They are so special to me, as are the memories I made in their home. I love you, Mom, as well. Thanks for the memories!
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