The Empty House

The living room of my childhood home in New Albany, Indiana. 1725 Grantline Road.

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I always wanted to slide down the stairs but the post at the bottom would surely cause embarrassing injury. If one was obese it may have been difficult to squeeze through the narrow archway to the kitchen. The heating vents were cozy to stand on during cold winters before going to school. The ceiling fan was a fancy edition, along with air conditioning and a color tv. The house was always blended with the fragrance of mom’s green bean cooking in the kitchen and dad’s cigarette smoke in the living room.

Although every family has its own problems, I believe our appreciation for each other overcame all of life’s obstacles. and thick sunshine would always remind us of God’s love by beaming through wooden-framed windows.