My brother found our old house in Joplin. I never could look it up on maps because we used a rural route and I only knew the street name but the houses don't pull up. I have pics of the outside from stalking when we visit and have blogged about more private things, but never been inside since we left. I've been curious what people had done to it, but not enough to get my feelings hurt searching. Surprisingly, there hasn't been any remodeling except the finishing of the basement right after we left, and we knew about that. The only thing they seem to have done is gotten rid of the 70s shag (boo) and paint everything God awful peach.. really 🤢 I have no idea what they did to my gourmet Mac and cheese making stove top to turn it peach but the sin of all sins... they painted the kitchen cabinets! 😲 My dad's cousin made all the cabinets for everyone's houses. Grandpa used black walnut off his property and dad used the oak. I would hope someone restores those someday. I guess I would rather the basement be finished now for a game room/ theater but man was that the BEST big wheel track ever! GENX! Alright, that's out of my system. The concrete was already really smooth and not too toot my own horn but I made Speedy Gonzalez look like Slowpoke Rodriguez. Yank that brake and slide around the pole.. move over Vin Diesel or future dancer at the Red Dog. Fast as f*** boi! I owned that block!. I wish they would have shown more of the inside. As far as I know it's always been older couples that have owned it. They probably would have kept my wallpaper. Mom only wallpapers 1 wall in each room, and I begged for pink anything. It could have been a bunch of meerkats riding hippos ( I have no idea where that came from). I wouldn't have cared as long as it was pink. I got yellow Southern Belles. Now, I would think it was cute... still, not pink though. We had those nifty mirrored tiles at the end of the hall. Y'all know what I'm talking about. Groovy shit. When you're a foot too short for the mirror in the bathroom they prove useful for picking the blood out of stitches in your eyebrow.. just FYI.
Saturdays mornings, you dump the entire box of lucky charms on the kid table separating the marshmallows from the cereal. Have I mentioned that I have a slight sweet tooth? Without incriminating myself, I may or may not have snuck into my brother's Easter candy every year to help him out with it.. hey, he'd let it sit there and rot, you know, if candy actually rotted. 🤷♀️ So yeah, after my nutritious bowl of..ahem, so there was no bowl involved and some things have just come to light for me health wise.. yeah, things are starting to make sense.. well, back to our day..Swinging on the vines in the trees over the freshly poured basements was a fun Saturday activity or building a new fort in the woods out of sticks so that the owner didn't see it and tear it down. Only after inside chores, mowing and if I WASN'T lucky I was picking up a wheelbarrow full of rocks. Do you know what missouri is made of? Rocks
Damn, I miss missour-uh
