We lived in several homes as I was growing up. They were all in the Northwest Arkansas area but we moved quite a bit. I went to three different schools by the third grade. Then, we moved to Green Forest and we stayed there until I was a sophomore in high school. We lived for a few months in a white two-story house and then my parents bought a house on 6th street and we stayed there until in 1985 when we moved back to the Springdale/Fayetteville area.
The house on 6th street was a three bedroom house with partial brick and a carport. There was an older woman who lived next door to us who always thought we were too loud and shouldn’t be doing whatever it was we were doing – even when what were doing was just playing in our own yard.
My sister and I shared a room and my younger brother had his own room. I remember that my sister and I had many fights over that room because she was a slob as a child (Hey its my blog and I am allowed to remember it my way!).
Both my parents worked so when we came home from school we would have the whole house to ourselves to play for a couple of hours until they got home from work. Our living room furniture served as a stage for our performances as great actors and singers – Our stage shows were wonderfully inventive as we lip synced to the latest tunes on that wonderful new invention of song videos on the TV!!
We had Barbies and we would spend hours on end making clothes for them and forcing my younger brother to drive them around in his cars! This is when I discovered that I should never do my own or anyone else’s hair because I have this unfortunate tendency to get one side shorter than the other and keep trying to fix it until my Barbies were nearly bald!! I could make wonderfully fashionable clothes out of the quilt scraps my Grandmas would give me though and I still sew some today.
We had bicycles and we probably rode hundreds of miles over those roads in that small town. My parents worked for the Tyson Chicken plant there and we had relatives from both sides of the family who lived nearby. We were just down the street from my Aunt Judy and Uncle Jerry Stout and their kids. We often went across the street from their house and played on the playground equipment at the elementary school.
As I recall it now, I don’t remember any special details about the house that would make it any different than any other house of its neighborhood. But it was our home and that made all the difference. I even remember how glad I was when we moved back to Springdale not to be living in that little town anymore where everyone knew absolutely everything that you did or even wanted to do! (Or at least it seemed so at the time.) Now, it holds some of my most cherished childhood memories.