Mom and Dad are moving. Before long the movers will show up, emptying the place that held almost every memory of my growing-up life.
How does a family leave a home where they learned to laugh and love and live? How do you say goodbye to a house that is so much a part of the family that you can barely distinguish the dwelling from the people who lived there?
Before we pack up that old house where I took my first teetering steps, I’d love to introduce you to her. She’s a vast vault of this one child’s memories. I’m telling the story over at The High Calling today , where we are walking down memory lane. Will you join me there to hear the whispers of home? Maybe you’d share your own memories of home? (I’m also sharing a few photos here.)
The letters here spell out our family name, DUKES, with photos snapped inside the house.