For years… years, I tell you, I’ve been meaning to tell you about the house I grew up in. Which, incidentally, will also help explain why I love sunsets. Because I just know you want to know every aspect of my life and stuff. In fact, I’m pretty sure y’all have been waiting with baited breath to learn more about my childhood home and my weird infatuation with sunsets. So take a breath everyone! Here we go….
The house I grew up in from the summer after 3rd grade on is very unusual. What makes the house unusual is that it is built on the side of a hill. The highest hill between the Gulf of Mexico and Nacogdoches, actually. And because of the way it sits on the hill, it makes the house have lots of different levels. In fact, to go to any other room in the house you have to either go up or down stairs.
The house has lots of porches. So many, I’ll share about them in another post.
Remember when I showed you the painting of our old house?
This picture is almost from that same viewpoint:
My parents no longer own this home, so I was a bit conflicted over sharing it with you. But it was such a large part of my childhood and was publicly featured in Southern Living magazine in the 80’s, that I figured I could still write about it. (Just don’t go hunting it down and knocking on the door! We aren’t there!)
This was the door I walked through countless times off the garage. (The one on the left, not the right.)
And these are the stairs I tromped up and down, snuck up and down, fell up and down…. thousands of times.
There are so many great features in this home; many I’d like to share with you. But today I’ll show you a few outside ones that are pretty cool.
I LOVED this barn door that is off the back of the garage.
It slid open and shut like a barn door does (go figure). We would shut it when it rained, but other than that, we mostly left it open.
And just when you thought one barn door on a house was pretty cool, there is, in fact, another one inside the garage that was the entrance to a storage room.
Can’t get more Texan than that, huh?
Another fun feature of this house, is the windows. The roundish thing of windows (I’m sure there’s a proper architectural name for it) sticking up above the roof line in this next picture was in my and my sister’s room.
We would have to stand on our beds to look out of them because they were kind of high up in our room’s ceiling.
This house has over 100 windows to take advantage of the views! Even the storage room had a window — those are the windows on the left in the above picture. (Yes, the storage room that has the barn door entrance I just told you about.)
I’ve got lots of other fun things to show you about the house I grew up in, but I think that’s all for today.
Y’all Come Back Now, Ya Hear?
The Lazy Mom