#FrameItFriday (week 44 season 2)
#FrameItFriday (week 44, season 2)
I'm not going to lie, this week was crazy. In fact, on Wednesday I thought it was Friday and was relieved until I was reminded, it's only Wednesday Heather. Dang.
It was hectic and overcrowded in my head mostly. I won't go into too many details out of fear of boring you all and besides certain details have diddly squat to do with a photo blog.
Let's instead talk about this random picture I've posted. Some of you who are reading this know EXACTLY where this room is, am I right Scarborough peeps? For those of you who don't, this is the rec room of my family home.
For 60 years, since brand spanking new, the house has been in our family. Within the house walls are a slew of memories for me, my bro, my kids and anybody who ever spent time at our place.
We're ramping up now to get the place on the market for a new family to live here and enjoy. Of course I had to take the photos for the future listing or as they say now the "coming soon."
Now that we are near the whole nitty gritty of almost listing our home and having gone through the pictures I've taken I've gone from the "git er done" attitude to becoming sentimental. I'm kind of glad I won't be the person responsible for writing up the listing on this place, it would turn into a novel.
So about this photo. I can tell you so much about what you see in it and what you do not (the memories part). The floor was installed by my dad (and most likely he had help and a few beers were consumed and a few f bombs were dropped whilst installation occurred). My dad scored the planks from the factory he worked at Canada Foils. They were deconstructed shipping crates that were re-purposed to adorn our basement floor. That fireplace you see is actually a pretty good looking fake. It's hollow behind the brickwork which was a perfect place to hide or fling food you didn't like up into (that was a good 45 years ago I did that). In that dark corner my dad had his turntable (that we weren't allowed to touch but we did when he wasn't around). There were a lot of parties that went on in this room. From childhood birthday parties, to adult only parties, live Christmas cousin concerts (lip syncing to the Partridge family), stand up comedy skits, home movies, Hockey Night in Canada parties in front of one of the first colour tv's in the neighbourhood. Legos, colouring, potato chips and chip dip, opening Christmas presents, hanging out with friends and la creme de la creme the infamous party I had the first time my parents went away and left me in charge. This room was PACKED, the cops showed up at 11:01pm, people passed out all over the place and someone hid empties in the dryer and that is how my parents found out.
Look at the length of that previous paragraph! And that was written about one room. I guess I'm feeling sentimental, I guess I didn't have any other topic for this week's blog, I guess what I'm trying to say is there is so much truth to the saying "a picture says a 1,000 words". I hope the next owners (whoever they shall be) make happy memories that remain as strong as ours have and some little kid carves their name in the 4x4 post in our fort beneath the basement stairs like we all did. I hope they take lots of pictures too.
Pictures, photos capture moments in time. Take lots, get lots taken, print them out and put them in photo albums because before you know it whoosh, the house you grew up in will soon belong to another and you won't be able to go and see it again. At least you'll have the photos and some remarkable memories.
Peace, love and kumbaya,