Well, I’ve shown you the pictures of the outside of the house. How about we take a peek inside?
If you were a visitor to our old home, you would come to the front door, which is up these stairs.
And you’d knock all proper-like on our front door.
Or you could ring the bell.
A proper Texas door bell, that is. Not a highfalutin’ one!
Now, if you were a “back door guest,” you’d just open the door off the garage…
…and holler up the steps, “Helloooo!”… or, “Anyone home?!”… or “Hope you’re dressed!”
But for the sake of most of you being proper guests, we’ll proceed from the front door.
After us greeting you at the front door, you would have stepped into the “front hall.”
Standing just inside the door, directly in front of you would be an opening to the kitchen and dining room. But before you noticed the kitchen completely, something else would have probably caught your eye at this point… the big “hole in the wall” to your right.
This “cut-out” in the wall allowed you to see into the dining room and kitchen from the front hall.
Here’s a view of it from the dining room side:
Now, remember, I took these pictures in the Fall of 2010, a few months before my parents sold the house. And you may also want to remember that hunter green, maroon and wallpaper was hot in the 90’s (when my mom decorated the house), mkay?
The kitchen and dining room were one large room, but it also had a step-down sun room that stuck out in a half-moon shape that we called “the rotunda.” Even thought it was… uh, half a rotunda…. (My mom likes to use fancy words.)
A shot of some of the “rotunda:”
Standing in the rotunda, looking back at the front door:
Now, these are the only rooms that are off this “main floor.” So let’s go back to the front hall and start over. If you were still standing at the front door, and you didn’t walk into the kitchen, you could either turn left…
Let’s go left first.
Now, you can either go up this curved staircase to my and my sister’s room:
Or take these stairs down to the garage door:
The curved staircase is calling your name, isn’t it? So let’s go up first!
The stairs would lead you to this little landing:
And then into my and my sister’s old room:
(At the time I took these pictures, my niece was living in the room, so you know… ignore her “stuff” and picture it more 90’s girl looking, k?)
This is the room that has the curved window case thingy that jutted up off the roof:
A couple of things to note about the bedrooms in this house, each one had it’s own bathroom and each room had it’s own “unusual feature.” However, our bedroom had a few unusual features, one being the windows above.
It also had a sort of coved arched ceiling that was REALLY hard to get a good picture of. (Piece this picture with the above ones of this room and you’ll somewhat get the idea.)
It also had a small door that was the attic door.
The attic was over the garage, but was a bit lower than our room, so when you opened the attic door (which I don’t have a picture of) you actually took about four steps DOWN into the attic. Weird, right?
Also weird? My sister and I spent many an hour when we were younger playing “school” in the attic.
One other random feature of this room? There was a “pass-through” from my parents’ room to our room, even though they were on different levels! When we bought the house, and for many years after that, this pass-through was open, in later years, we boarded it up:
This pass-through was in my mom’s closet, and I can remember countless mornings of her standing in that opening, after shoving past all her clothes, yelling, “Girls! Time to get up for school!” HA!
Now, let’s go back downstairs and head down to the “lower level.”
On that first landing there, you could turn right and go to my brother’s old room (which sadly I have NO pictures of), or turn left and there’s a laundry room (a little more like a laundry nook.) It’s nothing to look at, but here you go….
Also on this “level,” is our guest bath, or half bath.
*90’s wallpaper alert!*
Now, remember, if you keep going down these stairs, you’ve landed at the garage door. Here’s the view again from that door.
You’d hoof it up those first stairs, then land at the laundry room level, and have to hoof it up the next stairs.
Do that with a load of groceries 3 times and you’ll see why my parents couldn’t retire in this home.
You’ll also wonder how any of us were ever overweight. But we like to defeat the odds like that.
I loved these shelves.
There was a matching set on these stairs that take you up to the living room from the front hall, which is where our tour resumes:
In the living room you’ll notice a few things.
First of all, since you’re visiting the house before my parents sold it (in 2010, remember?) you’ll notice my parents.
Hi mom! Hi dad! Smile! You’re on my blog! But like, the 2010 versions of you!
Then you’ll probably notice the balcony, which I don’t have a good picture of. *sad face*
Yup. Up EVEN MORE steps is my parents’ balcony bedroom.
But before we go up there, let me show you two things I loved in the living room. First, the wood burning stove.
I remember when my dad had this stove put in, and the time we lost electricity from an ice storm when my mom was out of town and my dad piled us all up in the warm living room for a wood stove dinner of baked beans and a toasty night’s sleep. *good times*
My other favorite thing in the living room? My dad’s over-sized chess set.
He taught each of his grandchildren how to play on this set (and now my 12-year-old can give him a run for his money on it)!
We’re almost done with our tour, so let’s head up these steps to my parents’ room.
And viola’! We’ve arrived.
Sorry, this next one is dark.
One of the unusual features of this room (besides it being a balcony room!) was the long built in desks, or as my mom called it, “the credenza.” *snort!*
There was also two built-in bookcases.
And, the main attraction, the half-moon shaped balcony:
Yes, it’s a balcony off of a balcony (room)!
And there you have it! The grand tour.
I hope you enjoyed visiting our home. Remember, it’s not ours anymore, so don’t go hunting it down to say hi to my folks and get a tour in person, cause they aren’t there!
I wish I had more pictures to show you some of the property around the house. I showed you the hill, and I do have a few other pictures, like this one of the main pasture that, yes, at one time had some cows.
But there were also three other pastures, a pond, woods, a “barn,” a four-wheeler trail, and even a cute little house at the foot of the hill my parents built for my brother and his wife. But I didn’t take enough pictures in 2010!
It was fun living in such a unique house. My dad’s “dream house.”
Back in the 80’s, when you could see the house from the highway, my dad would drive my mom out to look at the house and say, “Debbie, one day we’re going to live in that house!”
And they did. I’d say that’s a real gift from God.
Not everyone can say they got to live in their dream house, and they got to for 23 years.
And have a cool painting of it to remember it by.