Jackie's Forget Me Nots

No vase can overflow if you never fill it up.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt:

“Our House.”

What are the earliest memories of the place you lived in as a child? Describe your house. What did it look like? How did it smell? What did it sound like? Was it quiet like a library, or full of the noise of life? Tell us all about it, in as much detail as you can recall.

When it came time for me to be born I had never seen the inside of our house in the middle of the street, until a year later because I was born in Tunisia and of course I don’t remember that at all.


The place that I call home now is a bit decrepit and old and tired from many years of being lived in and has not been renovated in a while. You can’t even see the house for the trees that were once shrubs are now overgrown and in need of pruning. Some of the very first memories I have in that house were around Halloween. It’s reasonable having been born in October. The color of the exterior house was blue and white. At Christmas, our lights were blue and green, and I love those colors together. As far back as I can remember we had an old TV that stood on four legs with antennas or bunny ears. I don’t remember watching much television on that thing, but I never liked Sesame Street or any cartoon that was made from moving clay figures.

Back when I was 3 or 4 years old, my oldest sister dressed up as a witch, and she even colored one of her teeth black. It scared me. Another memory I had was of dipping-do hair styling gel of all the crazy things to remember. Again my sister was putting that stuff on her hair.

I also remember playing school a lot and playing with a worn out dollhouse that smelled of metal and belonged to my older sister. I am the youngest of 6, so things were never brand new. I got the hand-me-downs and worn out things from dolls to rompers and child apparatus’.

Does anybody remember making flowers out of wire and some goo? I don’t remember what it was, but I don’t think it was nail polish.

OR making spiders and worms and other rubber things in a small kiln? It was a toy manufacturer probably Mattel. I also liked spirograph and etch-a-sketch. Memories of playing with a tea set downstairs in the basement come to mind, and I wrote about that already.

I remember my mother ironing. It always wiped her out, and she complained of how tired her back was. She listened to the radio while she was ironing too. It’s funny how I can even remember the catchy tune on that radio advertising Toronto Dominion. The word Toronto makes me think of, hard, pavement that is made of iron as opposed to hometown soil where I was born. I think a giant octopus has wrapped it’s tendrils tight around Toronto to the east. I hate banks and all they stand. No mercy.

My favorite lunch when I was little was tomato soup and crackers. I still love tomato soup made with milk.It must be creamy. I love grilled cheese sandwiches too.

2 thoughts on “Our House In The Middle of The Street

  1. lifelessons says:

    I remember that stuff, but we made our own out of elmer’s glue and food coloring. We would glue yarn to a Saran Wrap covered board, then pour the Elmer’s Glue into the cavity formed within the yarn. We’d wait for it to dry and then peel the Saran Wrap off and it would look like a glass mosaic. http://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/10/06/a-house-divided/

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  2. I love tomato soup, with a grilled cheese sandwich. That’s one of (if not the) earliest meals I can remember. My mother would make it for me fairly frequently, growing up. Lovely prompt reply, in its sincerity, and its open stream-of-memory style. Enjoy your memories of childhood! I do every day.



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