My grandmother's home wasn't a "beautiful" home by the typical musings that I write here or that you might see in magazines and on HGTV. It was a fairly typical post-war track home. My uncles and grandpa dug the basement themselves (yes, you did read that correctly - they dug the basement). It had one tiny bathroom and one very tired kitchen.
Yet, despite any physical flaws, it was the most comfortable and loving home that I have ever experienced. This is the feeling I would love to create for every one of my clients in their home. If I could, I would ensure that everyone in the world had such a haven of their own - a place of perfect love and comfort, with a few cosmetic blemishes, too. I haven't totally mastered this process, but I'm working on it. How did Grandma do it? I think just a whole lot of love. That's exactly what you get when you have a house that has played host and home to 8 children, 15 grandchildren, 23 great-grandchildren, and even 1 great-great-grandchild.
I miss my grandma and I will so miss her home.
Moving in with the 8 kids.
The Living Room addition in the 1960's. (love the draperies)
Christmas with the grandkids in the early 1980's
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7 comments:
The definition of beautiful...you've got it right here in the description of your Grandma's home. What a great post. Well done, friend! I'm still wiping the tears from my eyes!
I will miss that house so much. It was most comfort and welcoming place I have ever been. Thanks for sharing this!
That is so heartfelt and beautiful. You said it so well - and what we all want our Homes to convey. Your grandma poured her love into everyone around her and that most definitely is home.
What a great post... I think many, many people can related to this.
Your grandmother was absolutely lovely!
Thank you all for your feedback. It was tough to write something so personal, but I wanted to say a proper goodbye to a home that special.
Wonderful post, Tennille. Made me think of my grandma and grandpa's home, now owned by someone else. Can't drive by it without being flooded with bittersweet memories...
Oh, to this day I still have dreams where I return to my grandma's condo in West Palm Beach. I only visited it until the age of 5, when my parents moved my grandma to a nursing home and sold the condo, but I remember the smell, the feeling, and the look of it to this day. And I definitely miss it. It was decked out in hideous 70's decor, but it was definitely a positive place.
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