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Goodbye 1219

 1219 Tibbitts Avenue, Springfield, Ohio


Our family home was built early in the 1900's. It was located on the south end of Springfield 4 1/2 blocks S. of Selma Rd. on Tibbitts Ave. between Southern & Rice St. It was a two story wood frame home with two porches and a garage, no basement. It consisted of a living room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, and two bedrooms, this, including one attic.


Photo of a green framed house, with four children in the front on a winter day early 1980's


The yard although small had no flowers when my grandparents bought the house, but they changed that in a hurry.


In front of the porch was their prize rose bushes, reds and pinks. Grandma later planted a rose bush by the south side of the porch. She thought it was also red, but it turned out to be yellow. It was beautiful. Along the fence line were the peonies and four o'clocks grandma used to the peonies for the grave sites on decoration day. They were pink and white. Lily's of the valley bordered the edge of the sidewalks and also below the pantry window.


In the backyard there were orange Poppy's that seemed to magically open at night.


There was a beautiful purple tree out back. And, by the garage was the rhubarb which my grandma used to make countless pies for grandpa. They were his favorite. Also were the countless wild violets and dandelions which I made bouquets out of to give to my mom.


The Living Room:


As you entered the living room there were two window, one faced East and the other North. There was a chandelier in the center of their room, a large mirror hung by the front door. Grandpa always adjusted his hat in it as he was going out.


The old TV set in the SE corner of the room, I remember all of the cartoons I watched on it and grandpas baseball games.


The scary movies on Friday night. We had a mantel we decorated with all of our stockings on Christmas evening. I was borne in that room on Christmas in 1950 at 1:30 PM. It was one of my favorite rooms.


Photo of two women, one elderly, both wearing funny frisby hats and pink outfits. Mother and Daughter photo.


The Dinning Room:


The dining room was actually a sitting room. I can still see my grandma there in her chair in front of the stove. In the corner by the window was my play area when I was little. It was where I played with my Tiny Tears Doll and Barbee. It had a metal sink, stove and refrigerator which I pretended to cook on.


The Kitchen:


I can still smell the food cooking. Every Sunday we had chicken, everything was home-baked. We always ate at the big wooden table. My grandmas made the best pink cake and pink icing from scratch. She could have been a chef.


There was a wood cabinet and glass door where all the good dishes were and moms collection of glass shoes. We had a wringer washer, later on we got a May-tag wash O Matic.


The Pantry:


The pantry held all of our canned good and homemade jelly's and vegetables from our garden. Grandpa raised chickens out back. I use to think they were my pets. I named them all.


My Bedroom:


My bedroom was big with a feather down mattress and I had a three mirror vanity table with a bench. It was beautiful. There were three windows in my room.


Grandpas Bedroom:


Grandpas bedroom was smaller then mine. He had a lot of wool blankets on the bed and a modest dresser which sat in the corner of the room. I got into this dresser sometimes, to pull out his knife collection and memento's. It was interesting. 


The house which use to be located at 1219 Tibbitts,  was not just a house with rooms and wood fixtures, it was a place that I ran home from school to; where I brought my first born son to, where my older children spent a lot of their years. I can still see my son Dale climbing in the tree out back. Its where Tina raised her rabbits and whatever other animal she could bring home. It is where I laughed, cried, grieved and experienced life both good, and bad.




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Given By: Dennis
Critique Date:09/02/2008

Critique:Good write, somewhat sentimental but your memories and writing are clear and vivid. I lived in apartments most of my life growing up so I remember neighborhoods instead of dwellings. When you seen one rail road flat, I think you seem them all. Today I have a house, I wonder what my son's impressions and memories will be like. Thanks for sharing.

Grade:Good


Given By: bluemoon
Critique Date:09/02/2008

Critique:A house 'is only a home when loving memories are made there', so true and so beautifully written. I really enjoyed sharing the memories of your family home. Your write is so full of emotion, conjuring up lovely images of the home and garden that you clearly loved so much. The last few paragraphs are very moving, but how wonderful that you were able to take a small piece of your grandparents house back to your home to treasure for ever. The format of your write makes for clear and easy reading. Some minor editing is needed to improve the flow a little and I think you have some words missing in the third paragraph //along the fence line were the peonies and four o'clocks grandma used to the peonies for the grave sites// I'm intrigued to know what four o'clocks are!! As children we used to call dandelion seedheads one o'clocks because it was said that you could tell the time by the number of puffs it took to blow off all of the seeds (it never worked & we were always late home hehe). Thanks for sharing your wonderful memories & please write more :)

Grade:Good


Given By: Katina
Critique Date:09/02/2008

Critique:Mom, I enjoyed typing up your story, it was hard at times--to get it down. My memories are so different, and yet, still wonderful. The day we drove to the house, I prepared myself to feel this awe saddening feeling, but when we pulled into the gravel alley way, toward the rear of the "now empty lot" lined with the walnut trees that Grandma Anderson swore those pesky squirrels would create one day, ha-ha, and they sure did! I felt something I didn't think I would feel, peace, closure and acceptance--that even though, things wear out, and new buildings go up, we are still very much better people, and no matter what mom, you gave to me the world at 1219 Tibbitts ave, never forget how much I love you, your beautiful, talented and the best mother any daughter or son could ever wish for. I thank you for the memories and for helping me to understand, how precious your life was "way back" when the flowers appeared as magic wands at night, and the smell of pink cake brought you close to your great grandmother. I have your chocolate cake to bring me home, and one day, your grandchildren will tell "new stories" of visiting you. Because, no matter where you live, or where you may go, its you who they come to visit, not the place in which you lay your head. Much love aways, Tina. PS. You earned my 4 STARS. I know how difficult this was to write, and "I am a little biased" LOL. LOVE YA!

Grade:Excellent


 
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