|1940 Mother, Terry, and Grace at the|
house with the cistern and no running water.
I've read many, many books with settings in England, in which houses are identified not by an address, but by a name. The practice of naming houses did, in some cases, travel to the new world. It seems that the houses I see identified by names these days are usually in the "mansion" category. The practice of giving each house a specific name is not common here.
My parents had their own way of identifying the houses they lived in. Some houses they named after some particular aspect of the house or their experience while living there. Others were called by the name of the owner/prior owner. I don't know the names of all the houses my parents lived in before I was born, but do remember some of the names from references they would make to them, or from my mother identifying them for me in photos.
|Mother and daughters at the Cold House in 1941|
My sister remembers that they lived for a time in a house they always referred to as "The Mouse House." I think the reason for that is self-explanatory!
When I was born the family was living in "The Cold House." That doesn't need explaining either.
|Grace, Terry, Michelle on the steps|
of the Richardson House
When I was two we moved to "The Rooney House," where we lived until I was 9 1/2. I have many, many of my childhood memories from this house. It was while we lived there that my father was called to military service in WWII and my mother took a country school teaching job. While she did that we lived in "The Rabbit Hutch," which I wrote about in Little Schoolhouse on the Prairie. When Daddy got home from the army we went back to the Rooney House (my aunt and uncle had stayed there while we were gone).
|1943 Our Rogers cousins with us on the south side of the Rooney|
House. The front porch, seen behind the boys, was shaded by heavy
vines and a wonderful place to play.
My parents bought their first house when I was 9 1/2. We called it "The Morgan House," after the previous owners. We only lived there for a year before my parents sold it to the business next door, and we moved to the next house they bought, "The Perkins House." This was our home for the next ten or eleven years.
The last house my parents bought was a new house that nobody else had ever lived in. Although it was the family home for nearly 50 years, I always thought of it as the "New House."
Every house became home; every house had its own flavor of life; every house evokes its own set of memories; every house left its mark upon my life.