Silver and Gold and Thee Presents ~*~Summer Of '48~*~Silver and Gold and Thee Presents ~*~Summer Of '48~*~
The Summer of
1948 meant a big change for me as a five year
old girl. I had no idea what moving meant but I
was about to
discover the adventure of it all.
My folks purchased a huge old house and paid
$2,200 for it.
An astonishing price at the time ! I had never
seen such a big
house. It had a total of 17 rooms including
three full sized
rooms in the attic and the same in the basement.
There was a
small room that my Dad called a coal bin.
Each Fall my Dad would order two to three ton of
was delivered in dump trucks and it was released
coal slide directly into the coal bin. That
furnace was our
source of heat for the Winter.
The house had four natural fireplaces complete
mantles above them. My Step-Mom did not like an
so she had them sealed and ended with a solid
wall in their place.
She kept the mantles and they were always
according to the season of the year.
We were told that the house was nearly 100 years
old when I was
a teen-ager. My Dad had a dormer installed on
the back of the
house and the carpenters and brick mason told
him the walls were
eighteen inches thick. The wood throughout the
house was a solid
cherry with very ornate carvings around the
windows and mantles.
As a child, the ceilings looked like they nearly
reached the heavens.
They were eleven feet high and the height of the
house was four
There was a stunning oval shaped spiral
staircase that let you look
down from the attic to the living quarters...two
My cousin Johnnie
and I often slid down on the
highly polished railing
as 11 and 8 year old children, being careful to
not break any body
parts or get caught by anyone. What wonderful
My folks made the house into a duplex and rented
half of the house
to help meet the payments and for making
improvements. We had no
indoor plumbing and carried water from a well
each day as well
as using an outhouse.
As I turned eight, we had running water and at
ten years, we had
indoor plumbing. What a treat!!! When I turned
14 years old we
had a new fangled contraption called a
television set and depending
on where the antennae was turned, we could get
as many as three
channels. I felt we had hit the big time.
That old house, though not very pretty on the
outside, sheltered us
nicely through my growing up years. I hated
cleaning those rooms and
humongous windows but looking back in memory, I
recall the beautiful
view of the snow covered mountains, the stunning
colors of Autumn
and the brilliant greens of early Spring.
I understand the old homestead still stands with
new paint and looking
proud for an old lady of 150 years old.