Hey, I remember that!

There was a really interesting article in the June issue of This Old House, where they asked readers to send in their memories of places from the past.  Readers remembered things like the slap of the screen door on a hot summer day, the smell of wool mittens drying on a radiator, and working in vegetable gardens (all memories I have, also).  What are your memories of places you have lived in from your past?

Besides the above mentioned memories of the house in Minnesota, I remember the stepping stones that went from the back porch, behind the house, out to the west sidewalk.  When I was five and six, I can remember how much I enjoyed jumping from one stone to the next.  I would explore the back yard, where there were all kinds of peony bushes, hollyhocks, lilacs, tulips and violets in the spring.  I liked going back to the rhubarb patch with my siblings and eating raw rhubarb stalks dipped in sugar.

I loved my whole neighborhood, and how close we were to the park and to Albert Lea Lake.  The blocks were lined with old trees, shady and cool in the summertime, and it was always an adventure to explore.

So what are your memories?  I know your dad had so many neighborhood stories to tell.  Someday he'll have to write a book.  I look forward to hearing from all of you about your former homes.