Even the door is different.........
Prologue
Until I heard of the Twitterive I never acknowledged my feelings toward my native place and changes. The inspiration that came to me for my Twitterive is from the changes that I have seen in a house that I remember in a totally different way.. I started questioning my feelings and asking myself why I felt so strongly about my family house changing and even being put up for sale. At first I thought that I was being childish for having such mean feelings toward the house getting remodeled but then I realized this home held some of my child hood here.. I began seeing the changes to the house when my grandparents got a divorce about 8 years ago. Pop-Pop remained in the house while Nana moved and bought another house. Each week I am asked by my Pop-Pop to drive over to our house and check the mail for him. I was asked to do this because my Pop-Pop lives in his second home in Venice Beach, Florida most of the year. ever since the divorce. Someone must take care of the house while he is gone. I've decided to write about the changes that I've noticed as I go back each week to check the mail and how I feel about them. My theme throughout the Twitterive will be the changes that have happened right in front of my eyes over the many years I have visited this home.. My repetend will actually be the mailbox that I go back and see each week. The house is located in Pennsauken, New Jersey about ten minutes from where I currently live.
The Golden Box Awaits Me...
As I walk up to the front door I have flash backs of the way things used to be here. Changes, Changes, Changes.. I thought it would always be a warm welcome when I came here but now the only greeting I get is from the golden box. Ironically, the box never speaks or moves but allows me to have some type of connection to the way the house used to be. I feel that the golden box and I have a connection since that is the only reason I come back every week. The golden box has become my friend. If I don't go to visit the box for a few days I feel as if I am neglecting someone close to me. Occasionally the box and I may not get along if I pull out mail that is addressed to Nana who no longer lives there.My reason for not letting go may be because the box keeps pulling me back in.
I used to pull on the strings all day #twitterive
This Coo Coo Clock used to be my favorite thing to play with as a child. I can still remember Pop-Pop telling me, "Little Miss, that is not your toy, you are going to break it!" I never listened to him, only listened for the sound of the little bird.
I remember smiling every time the bird came out of the house and I heard that familiar sound but now years later the clock is broken. It is broken just like this house feels. Just sits broken on the wall and doesn't even read the correct time.
Generations of Love Took Place in This Chair.. His Chair!
Author: Teri Woolley
Generations of Love
It is reflected in a Grandfathers eyes.
It echoes in a Grandfathers touch.
In every smile and whisper shared,
Tween a Grandfather and Grandchild.
It shines for all to see.
Generations of Love.
Generations of Love
It is reflected in a Grandfathers eyes.
It echoes in a Grandfathers touch.
In every smile and whisper shared,
Tween a Grandfather and Grandchild.
It shines for all to see.
Generations of Love.
And Again, the Golden Box Awaits Me, Week After Week
Empty or Full I come see you every other day.
Sometimes I enjoy seeing you and other times I want to stay away.Flyers, Brochures, Letters, and Postcards always get thrown in the trash.
I put the real mail on the counter and I'm out in a flash.You are the hook that keeps bringing me back.
Love for this house is something that I'll never lack.
Sometimes I enjoy seeing you and other times I want to stay away.Flyers, Brochures, Letters, and Postcards always get thrown in the trash.
I put the real mail on the counter and I'm out in a flash.You are the hook that keeps bringing me back.
Love for this house is something that I'll never lack.
The only Evidence that a child has ever been here....
If I were to tell someone that ten or more years ago this house was covered with children's toys they would never believe me. This house is more of a ghost town now compared to a grandchild's place. Not only has the looks of the house changed but also the contents held within.
The House
The house
Witness to numerous
Tales
Memories
Moments of despair
Laughter
The house
That was home once
Now seems so tired
Like an old oak tree
The house
That was relief
The house with cracked walls
Like a cracked heart
The house
That was ours
The house of joy… The house of sorrow
The house that was…
-Ayesha Isha
Witness to numerous
Tales
Memories
Moments of despair
Laughter
The house
That was home once
Now seems so tired
Like an old oak tree
The house
That was relief
The house with cracked walls
Like a cracked heart
The house
That was ours
The house of joy… The house of sorrow
The house that was…
-Ayesha Isha
If These Walls Could Talk, What Would They Say Now?
They've seen a lifetime of faces,
Centuries of paint and pain,
They've seen babies walk
The stories they could tell, if these walls could talk
They've seen family at its best and worst,
and childish scribbles of crayons and chalk,
They've been steadfast through the storms of life,
and they'll be home to many more to come.
Centuries of paint and pain,
They've seen babies walk
The stories they could tell, if these walls could talk
They've seen family at its best and worst,
and childish scribbles of crayons and chalk,
They've been steadfast through the storms of life,
and they'll be home to many more to come.
Is the Bathroom my Safe Place from all the Changes?
I remember standing on the back of the toilet looking out the window as Pop-Pop mowed the lawn. Every few minutes he would look back and waive to me.
This is the only room in the entire house that has stayed the same over the past fifteen years.
The pink and grey room comforts me in a way that no other room in the house can ironically.
There was once a time when I couldn't see myself in the mirror and now I look into the mirror and see the sadness I feel as this house changes right before my eyes.
This is the only room in the entire house that has stayed the same over the past fifteen years.
The pink and grey room comforts me in a way that no other room in the house can ironically.
There was once a time when I couldn't see myself in the mirror and now I look into the mirror and see the sadness I feel as this house changes right before my eyes.
The Garden that doesn't exist anymore.....
Nana's Garden
Nana's garden was her great love
It was filled with beauty
A gorgeous treasure trove
There was an innocent swan
High up above
In between the rocks
And daisies... in the light of
It was my favorite
So delicate and rare
It complimented the roses
In their multicolor flair
I remember the summer sun
And the hummingbirds that flew
I will always keep those memories
Deep inside of me
If ever I get blue
To cheer me up
Of happy times
Back when I was
A little girl
When I only had daydreams
To dream of
Sitting
Waiting for them to unfurl.
Nana's garden was her great love
It was filled with beauty
A gorgeous treasure trove
There was an innocent swan
High up above
In between the rocks
And daisies... in the light of
It was my favorite
So delicate and rare
It complimented the roses
In their multicolor flair
I remember the summer sun
And the hummingbirds that flew
I will always keep those memories
Deep inside of me
If ever I get blue
To cheer me up
Of happy times
Back when I was
A little girl
When I only had daydreams
To dream of
Sitting
Waiting for them to unfurl.
Empty or full, it always brings me back to the house.....
Dear Foulk Family,
Over many years I have welcomed new family members into my heart. It started with a loving couple then 3 children and grew into 9 grandchildren. Family members have come and go but I still remain the same house until recently Over the past years your family has tried to change my inner best qualities. My kitchen used to be so cozy for preparing Easter breakfast but now it has been modernized into something so big and cold. My backyard used to allow the grandchildren to play T-Ball, ride bikes, and have Easter egg hunts but today it is nothing but dead weeds and a fence that someone ran over. Have I not been good enough to your family for you to turn around and try to sell me? Why would you not want me to stay in your family forever? Have I not sheltered you from life's many storms and comforted you in your times of need? I do not feel that I need to be updated, I hold many memories just the way I was.. I feel unappreciated and unwanted. Best of luck trying to sell me off to another family and in years to come I'm sure you'll look back and regret it.
Sincerely,
Campbell Ave House
Sincerely,
Campbell Ave House
My Biggest Fear May Come True.....
The day that I see a for Sale Sign on the front lawn of my Native Place will be the day that I face my biggest fear and accept that my memories will forever only be memories