Why do we choose the roads we take?
Simple choices, can change our lives completely.
Case in point.
My parents purchased this home at 27 Coyle when we were still living on Stevens Avenue and rented it out for about 3 years to a family that Dad knew. My parents bought it for $13,000. That seemed a lot to me at the time. I struggled with the move away from Morrills Corner and many friends, but finally resigned myself that the move was inevitable. It happened. It was an ideal space for a family of six. We lived here through my memorable high school and college years. When we finally moved in, Mom let us select our own wallpaper. That was fun. My room was in the rear, second floor and I picked a treatment that featured Revolutionary War soldiers at attention. There were also cannons thrown in for good measure. When I headed off to college, my younger sister, Joanne, commandeered the room, and when I returned in the spring, I moved to the third floor. It was just me up there alone. I loved it. My room was in the middle of the side view on the third floor. I moved up a small TV, hotplate and some food. It even had a bathroom all to itself. It became my little world away from the craziness of the rest of the family. My oldest sister, Connie, called it 'the Monastery', and that was a perfect name. I'll end this with a funny story. When I graduated college with a BA in English, I needed to get my student teaching completed. I enrolled at USM and requested a high school position, but all that was available was an 8 week internship at a middle school nearby. One afternoon I got a ride home with the first year art teacher. We were sitting on the front steps talking when Joanne came home. She rushed in the house searching for Mom. "Mom, Mom, do you see what's on the front steps... it's a girl... it's a blonde... with Mark. Mom, it's a girl!"
I don't make important decisions hastily.
And our lives take many twists and turns.
Mom and Joanne both got introduced that day.
Unbeknownst to them, they welcomed Elenka into our family that sunny April afternoon.
Aaw, Birdman. What a sweet story! I doubt that you told Elenka about the monastery, tho.
ReplyDeleteAhem, Kate, I knew the monastery well...you know....for prayers and such.
Deletefate... how wonderful. :)
ReplyDeleteOne of the sweetest stories I've heard!
ReplyDeletememories...aaah. and the twists and turns of life. (hmmm, sounds like a soap opera, doesn't it?)
ReplyDeletewhen i think back to all my own twists and turns...i am amazed that i've made it this far.
What a great story! The final days for The Monastery.
ReplyDeleteI can just imagine the sound of your sister's voice: "Mom, it's a girl!
ReplyDeleteThis is the house that we came of age in.. This is the house we remember our high school years in... this is the house where so much happened! Three of us graduated college while we lived in this house...this is the house where electrifying music ruled..this is the house where dreams lived....this is the house where our beloved Inky lived...this is the house where everything happened. Yeah, this is the house.
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Fabulous story, Birdman! It must be so cool to see this house.
ReplyDeleteWhat a story! And I like the idea of the 'monastery'...
ReplyDeleteNice memories! Love the house. Re Elenka: lucky you! Thanks for the comment, but heron on out don't crane your neck, 'cause that could become birdensome!
ReplyDeleteThat is a great story.
ReplyDeleteOh come on. Write that book and use your blog photos.
ReplyDeleteGreat story! Glad you shared it with us.
ReplyDeleteGood memories.
ReplyDeleteCool house, great story. . . also like Cam's comments above = poetic . . . xx
ReplyDeleteWhat a great post, and Elenka's comment gave me a good chuckle.
ReplyDeleteNot likely to see a home like that around here.
ReplyDeleteLove your "meeting" story. Everyone should have such a good one. ;-)
ReplyDeleteMy husband and I met on the golf course.
What a fab trip down memory lane you've given us! A beautiful home and a great story
ReplyDeleteI would have liked such a room ! I think I 'd like to have one even today .. :o)
ReplyDeleteI really love the way you tell your stories ..
Such a heart warming story of both room and Elenka.
ReplyDeleteIt's a beautiful family home Birdman, and an even lovlier romantic story.
ReplyDeleteIt's a beautiful family home Birdman, and an even lovlier romantic story.
ReplyDeleteAw, a sweet story.
ReplyDeleteWonderful experiences here.
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