If you have to ask who Ralphie is, move along. I always thought the innards were rawther dark and depressing, but it did remind me of my old haunt of a home. Midwestern, and all that rot, which got me thinking, cause I'm always thinking, ever since I was a little lass, of other homes in which to park my arse. I always dreamed of living in Barbara Stanwyck's home. Oh, you know, the one, in, 'A Christmas in Connecticut.'
I just loved that house. I also love the, 'Home Alone,' house.
I grew up where my fellow classmates lived in homes like this. I lived across the tracks, so it was rare, yet to me, there was a bucket of mixed feelings churning in my tummy when I was invited into their lives. I was green with envy, but, I loved exploring, wishing, and hating.
While writing this post I decided to go to Google Maps and look up my childhood home. My father would cry if he saw what it looks like. Besides the football and baseball, his one passion was gardening and he was good at it. They have cut down nearly every tree and all the flowers he planted for my mother. Of course, I still think of this house as mine. It was our (sisters) one constant in our lives, something we could rely on, always. Now, I'm sad. : (
|How it looks today|
|How I will always see it|