I was thinking about a party my parents had when I was a tiny, tiny person, in the house we lived in until I was seventeen.
The second house I have any memories of was in a neighborhood called Florida Gardens. It was five bedrooms and two bathrooms on a quarter-acre of land, and Zillow says it was constructed in 1973. The house was built at roughly the same time as I was!
This is the house as it appears on Google Maps. Our landscaping is all gone now, and the driveway is in worse shape than when we lived there. The house on the left is, hilariously, the house we lived in before this one- I still remember carrying my own toybox between the houses when we moved, even though I don’t think I had a room yet when I carried it over.
I lived in that house through all of middle school and most of high school. It started out as a three-bedroom, but the garage was sealed off and converted into two more bedrooms at some point before we moved in. My parents took the master bedroom, which was on the far side of the dining room. My room was in the back-right corner, with my elder brother’s room right next to mine. The garage-converted bedrooms were given to my other brother and my sister. They had a shared door between their rooms, which gave them plenty of opportunities to be co-conspirators when they were supposed to be otherwise engaged. I remember wandering into my middle brother’s room often to listen to his 45 records. After my sister went off to college, some of her room became a miniature office, and my brother ran a BBS from a computer sitting in that room.
I remember when our grandmother came to visit from New Jersey in 1979. We had HBO and I was watching The Black Hole in the living room when she arrived. She would stay on the second bed in my sister’s room, and in the morning she would make us Farina. I still have a fondness for Farina, despite how bland and grits-like it is.
I digress, however- I was talking about the party. I must have been seven or eight years old- old enough to know I wasn’t allowed into the party, but also old enough to want to be involved. The Formica bar on the back porch was in use for drinks, and there was music on the eight-track player in the living room. I do not remember any of the people my parents invited- I just remember there were other adults there, and my tiny little brain wanted to see all the unfamiliar people.
I’m not sure what made me think about this house party from another time, and I’m not sure that this post even has a point, other than to distract myself from all the weirdness happening in the world right now. It’s nice anyway to think about some interesting memories from back when I was a tiny, tiny person. Like this:
Do you have any fond or interesting memories from your childhood home?