Oct 29

The House That Built Me

This is “The House That Built Me.”  I did most of my growing up here.  I lived here, on Old Post Road in Charlotte, NC from age 9 until I got married at age 23. And even after that, Mom was here so me, Jeff, and the kids returned many times.  I did many things in this house:

~I decorated 25 Christmas trees here.

~I found Easter eggs in this yard. So did my kids.

~I got my first perm in this house. (and I looked like the perfect poodle!)

~(Ashamedly) I put my sister in the dryer and turned it on in this house. (If I’d known how horrible this was I never would have done it….I thought it was funny at the time.)

~I buried one of my favorite dogs here.  Coco, a sweet black toy poodle…I loved this doggie for 14 years.

~I learned how to cut the grass here.

~I had my first broken heart here.

~I learned how to cook and clean here.

~I went to high school right behind this house.

~I built my 1st snowman here.

~My husband (then boyfriend) threw rocks at my bedroom window in this house.

~My kids played in the backyard and got close to their MaMaw in this house.

~My mother became the single most influential, inspirational, and admirable woman to me in this house.

~I accepted Christ in the den of this house while watching The PTL Club. Yes, Tammy Faye led me to Jesus. And I am forever grateful.

~And so much more….

Have you heard the song with this title?  It’s sung by country singer Miranda Lambert.  The beginning of the song goes like this:

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I know they say you can’t go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam
But these handprints on the front steps are mine

Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
I bet you didn’t know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard

I thought if I could touch this place or feeling
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could walk around I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

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I have so many memories from my house on Old Post Road.  Some of who I am today is because of my life on Old Post Road.

Thursday night, my husband and I drove by this house.  Our 2nd son, Hayden, was playing football on our high school football field, only he was on the other team.  In case you haven’t noticed this about me, I’m a bit nostalgic, quite emotional, and I treasure the memories in my life!  Going back and seeing my childhood home and my high school where I made so many friends, danced on that field (drill team…called Lettergirls at my school), joined clubs, felt accepted, loved life, laughed a lot, etc etc….oh my gosh, I was a basket case!!!!  A good basket case though!

There are so many details of life that participate in the make up of who we are today. Don’t take any small detail for granted. The good, the bad, the happy, the sad.

6619 Old Post Road was the house that built me.  Makes me cry bittersweet tears.  What house built you?

Melissa

Comments

  1. Susan Cataldi says:

    I love that song as it holds many many memories for me as well. The House That Built Me is in Pittsburgh, PA. I too learned to play guitar in that tiny back bedroom and Royce my german shepherd is buried in my backyard.
    “My House” also provided the foundation to my relationship to Jesus. I am eternally grateful. I lost my mom 5 years ago and am grateful that she was mom and that her Christian principals along with my dad’s was what built OUR house.
    Blessings-

  2. I lived in “the house that built me” from age 5 until I married at age 22. I have driven by a few times and wondered about the people who live there…who are they, what do they look like, what kind of jobs do they have, are they happy, are they taking good care of my house….Yes, bittersweet memories. My 7 year old daughter always wants to know “what was it like when you were my age?” I call up all those memories and just smile as I tell her. My children will never have just one “house that built them”. We move about every 5 yrs – husband’s job. I know they’ll have good memories of childhood; I’m making sure of that. I guess they’ll just have more houses to drive by and different memories attached to each one. LOL Thanks for the memories, Melissa.

  3. Yep, I remember that house and all the good times I spent there with you Melissa… I remember the Andy Gibb poster on your wall, the walks through the football field to Richway, watching Trisha sing “You light up my life” in the den, and even the smell of your mom’s perfume… I treasure the Old Post Rd. memories also. Your friendship meant a lot to me then and I am so glad you share yourself online so I can smile at your posts, be uplifted when down, and also keep up with how you and your family are. I know you miss your mom. My heart breaks when I think of your loss. You are a very special witness for Jesus. And God’s amazing peace…it truly does surpass all understanding. Love you!

  4. Melissa, over the last week our family has been grieving and rejoicing for the Lord took my sweet, dear grandmother home to Glory Land. I have thought of you and your words over the last few months regarding loosing your dear mom and I think about the trials and grief ahead for my mom. And I know God will get her through this. But being able to go back to my grandma’s house over and over this last week and actually stop to spend time there has been so bittersweet. It is so nice to walk in the door and know you’re right where you’re meant to be. All else that’s going on can just wait. To walk around her house and see her ‘life’ in pictures, treasures and memories helps me to know that who we are, is shaped truly by those who love us. Thank you for being so honest with your feelings.

  5. Melissa you are an extraordinary person.You always seem to know what to share with us.I appreciate you being so real.I thank you that you took the time to send me an email, that just made my day to know that MelissaTaylor took the time for me. You help us to know that we are all in the same boat about alot of things that we go through in life. You help us to deal with our emotions our hormones our grieving anything that life throws at us.Lots of love and blessings Bea