This is Week 34 of our 52 weeks of Sharing Memories - A Genealogy Journey Journal. I hope you'll join us with your memories! Write them down - you don't have to share them. Your memories can be private - write them in a journal at home, or they can be shared publicly here on OliveTreeGenealogy Blog or on your own Blog.
Yesterday I was thinking about the cities and homes I've lived in over the years. I was trying to recall where my mother said she lived, and my grandmother. I wish I'd written down the addresses or at least the street names of the towns and cities my mom and grandmother lived in! So I've decided to write down what I remember, and also where I lived before I was married.
We lived in a little village called Ajax in Ontario Canada and until I was 4 years old we lived in a tiny war-time house - my mother, father and my 3 siblings. It was pretty small and so we moved to a bigger house in Ajax in the winter when I was 4.
I actually remember the day we moved - my father put me on our wooden toboggan, sat the coal skuttle between my legs and told me how important it was that it arrive at our new home intact. I was so proud to be the one to look after such an important object! I remember the sound of the toboggan whooshing along the snow and how big the houses looked from my vantage point.
We rounded a curve in the road and someone said "Look Lorine, there's our new home!" I was so excited but I don't recall one thing about moving in to the house after that moment. I did manage to get the coal skuttle with it's full load of coal to the house without it spilling so I felt pretty important.
My mom told me that when she and my dad were first married they lived in a home near Rockwood Ontario. I wish I knew where as I would love to see it. They ran a gas station from that spot and my mom had to look after cabins where I guess visitors stayed. One day in the winter, it was cold in the house, and they had no money for wood for the fireplace so she chopped up all the dining room furniture to make a fire and keep her babies warm. I think it was just my two brothers who would have been 1 and 2 years old at the time. Wow, talk about resourceful! Apparently my dad was quite annoyed that she'd done that when he got home after managing to earn a few dollars selling fruit down in the Niagara Peninsula area.
Do you have any funny or sad stories of your homes or your parents or grandparents homes to share? Write them down before you forget! Share them with your children and grandchildren. These stories are what make family history so very real and interesting.