Monday Memoir - Week 19

Well, redecorating took an interesting turn.  I was climbing on my kitchen cupboards to paint the crown molding.  I grabbed a section of the cabinet for stability that wasn't stable and took quite a fall.  Luckily my son was there to keep me from hitting my head on the island.  Could have been bad, but God is good and had him there.  No real damage except for a hurt big toe.  Can't quite figure out where that came in.  lol
Here are the Memoir Mondays questions:

1.  What did your room look like when you were growing up?

2.  Did your family move when you were a child?  If so, what do you remember most about it?


1. What did your room look like when you were growing up?


When I was young, two to eight, we lived in a small, two-bedroom home in Wyoming.  I remember the room had red carpet.  Yuck!  Who ever thought red carpet was a good idea?  It was small and my sister and I eventually shared a double bed in that room.  In fact, we shared a bed until I was about thirteen.  That's all I can really remember about that one.

At thirteen, we moved to a home that looked like a big rectangle on the outside.  My sister and I each had our own rooms, and my parents bought us canopy beds to sleep in.  Quite the princesses, we were.  There was a matching dresser, nightstand and desk/hutch that went with the set.  I remember a lamp that was blue with flowers for a bottom finial that hung by the bed.  We eventually sold that bed and got us each brass beds.  Those were nice as well. 

I don't have any of the pieces any more, but my sister has some of hers in her daughter's room to this day.

2. Did your family move when you were a child? If so, what do you remember most about it?

We moved a lot when I was a kid.  Well, maybe not a lot, but quite a bit.  From birth to when I moved out at seventeen, we had moved seven times.  Four of those moves are in the same town, however.  I lived in Ft. Collins, Laramie, Ft. Collins, Pueblo, and Ft. Collins.  See a pattern?  :-)

I remember a lot of packing and looking for places to rent or buy depending on the move.  I do remember one move where my sister and I rode the three hours from Pueblo to Ft. Collins lying on top of furniture on the back of a pickup truck.  Crazy, huh? 

I moved a lot after that as well.  Once we settled down in NC, though, my family has been in the same house for the last eleven years.  Amazing!  I never thought I'd stay in one place that long.

How about you?

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