ANOTHER TRANSPORTATION POST!

Not sure why, but lately all my ideas of blogging

have me transported to childhood, mine in particular.

Last night while laying to sleep, I am thinking of 

our family home and how untraditional my

childhood was. For instance, my dad stayed home

and my Mom worked. Untraditional for the 60's.

My Dad built our family home way before I was

ever thought of, it was big and by the time I came

around, a little run down. My Mom and Dad were

not true hoarders but they did have some traits,

It's just that some things were not important to them.

For instance, Last night I was remembering the 

wall drawings.... Yes, my parents allowed us

to write and draw on the walls. That is what

consumes my thoughts last night....

What kind of parents allows their children to write

on the walls of their home, not me for sure.

Yet, it says a lot about what my parents were

like by the time the three youngest of 7

came along. I think my sister, Rosie, 8 years older

than me, was the first to be able to play

Michalangelo. Celena and I just followed,

we always followed her.....

Last night I remember where I phone was, we only 

had one and it had a cord, yes, children, a cord....

on the wall there I was allowed to write all

the phone number I and my family needed.

I mean what better place to write phone numbers,

beat writing it on paper and loosing it.

I can't remember ever getting fussed for writing

on walls... Crazy, right?

Upstairs, my parents rarely came.

Sister Rosie not only had black light posters everywhere

but had also painted the words to 

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN 

right there on her wall.

Yes, it was very unconventional but such a happy 

happy place to grow up.