16 January 2011

Part 1

Writing from a remote location tonight (Saturday night)...my parent's house. The room I'm in, the 'computer room', was once my bedroom and I have some vivid memories. Here's one: The entire house was tiled in asbestos tiles. Carpet was not common-place. My father was set against carpeting. My mother and I were shopping at Wheaton Plaza and a department store was having a sale on carpet remnants. We bought lime-green shag carpeting for my room, which I'm guessing is about 11X12'. I was SO excited. I don't remember my father's reaction. My mother probably paid for it with 'her' money. We painted my walls lime green and bought lime green and royal blue curtains and a matching bedspread for my twin bed. We bought a wicker headboard and painted it royal blue. I hung a matching wicker lamp from a chain attached to my ceiling. It was a great room, and the first one I didn't have to share. I remember reading My Antonia by Willa Cather and writing a term paper on it in this room. I remember writing a thesis on Mark Twain VS Samuel Clemens in this room. I suffered through that one. Nowadays this room has a sleep-sofa in it, a computer, printer, shredder, TV, and a working slot machine. The computer is used occasionally, and that's the only time anyone comes in here. I hooked the DSL up to my laptop, and here I sit, reminiscing.

I'm spending the night with my mom. Truthfully, I can't remember the last time I spent the night here. There's a brand-new bed in the den, and that's where I'll be sleeping. I was dreading not being in my own home, but it's really fine. I brought dinner over. Mom and I watched TV, ate dinner, and had some good laughs.

This is really my Saturday post, but it's after midnight and I'm too tired to write more. That means I'll have two posts today because I'll finish up during the daylight hours. I still have a thing or two more to say.

5 comments:

JTS said...

What a lovely memory, Cheryl! I can envision your excitement over creating such a bright and beautiful room, and I can guess how perplexed your father was! :-) One of the things I was sad about when my parents sold the home I did most of my growing up in was just this, not being able to truly "go home again", if only to replay a few memories and see the ghosts of my childhood running thru the rooms.

KathyA said...

Wow! Never figured you for a lime green/blue type of girl! That was what my roommate did our dorm room in! Her dad was a decorator -- she got the fabric wholesale...now where did THAT memory come from???

You're a good daughter...

michiganme said...

Whoa! Those were my bedroom colors when I first got my own bedroom at age 14 (older brother went to college). And I had the shag rug too. I spent the first 14 years of my life wishing for a room of my own so this was the high point of my teenage life :)

Happyone :-) said...

Nice memory. I never liked my bedroom so much as a kid. My mom wouldn't let me do anything to it. It had wood floors that were always cold and it was always kept freezing in winter. Maybe that is why I enjoy decorating my house so much now. :-)

JTS said...

Cheryl, I am starting a new Memories on Mondays meme on my blog. I think you should add a link to this post there, or to any memory you'd like to share with us!

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