Mom’s bungalow: The more things change . . .

Happy Thanksgiving folks. I’ll be spending the day with Mom’s side of the family in the house where I grew up. If history is any judge, after dinner, half the family will clean up while the XY half will nap wherever they happen to find a spot in front of the living room TV.  I’ll most likely wander around taking photos and inspecting the house to make sure everything is as it should be (familiar). In the kitchen, there’s a tall corner built-in cabinet with three sections, each of which is still lined with remnants of wallpaper that hung in the kitchen when I was a kid – the bottom section sports a red and white checked paper that dates back to my mom’s first kitchen remodel in 1979 while the upper cabinets are still lined with a fussy blue and white patterned paper that’s also long gone. The A1 and corned beef hash can always be found in that cabinet, just as the same books fill the built-in bookcases separating the living and dining areas. On the other hand, the house has WiFi and Mom loves her iPad, but it’s nice to know that some things change more slowly than others. Hope you have a great holiday. Cheers.

I find Mom’s flour and sugar containers to be deliciously retro, especially the olive green screw on tops.

Most of these books have been here as long as I can remember.

A long metal turnkey opens the original front porch windows. The walls were coated with pebble-dash like the exterior of the house. As a kid, I’d throw the basketball against the side of the house. Bam, bam, bam, bam, each bounce sending a cascade of pebbles to the ground. Now I’m appalled (and the wall is kind of bald).

My mom’s built-in medicine case with the original bead board backing. A hinged mirror closes to cover it. I feel 15 again when I look into the magic mirror – but with some wear. As my friend Matt once said, You might think I don’t look 35, and I might think you don’t look 35, but when I was 16, I knew a 35 year old guy when I saw one

This is my room. As a pre-teen, I fought passionately for this wallpaper. Behind that door is a walk-in closet with a door to another walk-in closet – one of the the many strange closets I’ve had. 

This is my Mom’s den.

According to family lore, I’m like 1/96th Native American.

At night, the kitchen always has this cold glow, but florescent bulbs were green before green was cool. 

They really built them to last in the old days, didn’t they? This one keeps on chugging. Maybe I’ll use it as wall decor? Na.

That’s my cousin. He’s a good kid. Just two short years ago, he was (for some odd reason) terrified of the monster in the basement. I finally admitted that the monsters probably don’t live there anymore, and now he seems to like it down there. 

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6 Responses to “Mom’s bungalow: The more things change . . .”

  1. I love your mom’s house. She must have a very ordered mind, I envy how neat everything is, yet it still looks homey.

  2. Love “Mom’s House.” My family never had tradition, or old things, or a history. How wonderful for you that your mom’s house is so wonderful alive. Also I love old things but live in a spare, modern condo environment. I love that too but miss my 1886 house and antique furniture. I noticed mom’s “Green Wear” pottery vases. I have collected close to 100 Green Wear items. Thanks for your “Strange Closets.”

  3. Hi, Tate. Thanks for showing us your family home. I don’t find the miniature patterned white on blue wallpaper to be “fussy”: mind you on a full-size wall it might border on psychedelic…

    The shelf of books whose titles we can see fully – you might want to read any or all of them. 5 out of 6 of those books were made into either Oscar-winning or Oscar-nominated films between 1939 and the late 1950s.

    Warmest wishes to you and your family for the holiday season (and Christmas too!).

  4. lovely, patterned, swirly wood throughout, wonderful, homey tour, a place for everything and everything in it’s place

  5. so much beautiful wood work and pieces, plus there’s a rocking chair.

    thank you for sharing.