This past week I was able to drive past the house that I called home for the first 6 years of my life.
The house is just off the corner of 92nd Street and Stony Island on the south-west side of Chicago, so I don’t get there much.
But this week I was driving from the National Shrine of St. Jude at 91st and Commercial Avenue and said to my children who were with me, let’s drive past it…and we did!
Although it’s a very urban area, the small section of three blocks that the house was on was filled with well manicured lawns and up kept homes. My father designed many homes in this area and the area surrounding known long ago as Pill Hill. Pill Hill contained many homes of Michael Reese doctors, one house was even lived in by the infamous Ernie Banks. It was so refreshing to see individual, unique homes where so many city homes are the same one right after the other. It was like a suburb in the city.
Seeing the home brought back memories of the winter of 1967 that buried us deep. But my sister and two brothers found it nothing but exhilarating! I remember digging tunnels through our front yard and forts for boys and girls that protected us from snow ball fights.
The house itself was a multi-level home, with a beautiful entry way. I mostly remember the basement with was finished like a big family room. The large Italian family would gather in the basement and was filled with laughter and love. The backyard filled with all the cousins during these times and we never tired of running in the alley.
I remember sharing a room with my older sister, who I looked up to (still do) and we had the most beautiful white and gold canopy bedroom set. I’m sure everyone thought there were so cool. We felt like such rock stars with the canopy above us while we slept. Okay, maybe we were kooky kids, but I enjoyed those beds!
We moved to the southwest suburbs in the late 60s and discovered much more grass and larger homes, but there will always be something special about the house on 92nd Street.
Memories are treasures that we store of our life and help us to remember the events of life. I hope your memories are filled with grace, happiness and laughter.
Do you remember your first home as a child?
Does it give you good memories?