Sharing Growing Up

I grew up here.

Growing Up

It’s not an exact replica.

But if any of my siblings or either of my parents saw it,

They would know it.


My parents had eight of us.

Eight of Us

This isn’t even close to an accurate depiction of us.

But if any of us saw this…

We know it’s us.


Mom would say “don’t take my picture damnit”.

Every. Single. Time. Β  a camera was produced.

All Pictures of Mom

And though I can’t draw it in 3-D,

We all know this is what mom looks like.


Dad had a peculiar way of listening to music.

And any of my siblings can tell you that right there dad would lay.

Regardless of what else was going on in the house.

Dad Music

Maybe it was Johnny Cash or The Kingston Trio.

But this scene is part of our files.

And every 4th of July he gave us our own fireworks.

Fireworks By Dad

And no better dinner was had,

Then the pancake dinners by mom.

Lovin' Mom's Pancake Dinners

And the top of the stairs with the glass door.

Top Of The Stairs

It amazes me still that I never remember one single pane of glass being broken.


Considering how much thumping we did on one another.


And even though the details aren’t specific and clear.

And the visions are not perfectly reflected here.

When there are things in common that are treasured and loved.

We can recognize them in one another’s memories.

49 thoughts on “Sharing Growing Up

  1. Love these pictures! I think the thing that I remember is my dad under the car, fixing things. You could just see one leg straight and one leg bent. My mom would dance for us while my sister and I ate. It was a lot of fun.


  2. I love the way your dad listened to music. Down even with the speakers, enjoying the sounds on his own level. Sweet, Colleen. Your mom’s hand up to the camera is pretty cool, too. She knew what she didn’t want.


    • πŸ™‚ You have no idea how many pictures we have of mom with hand up, or her head is a blur as she whips it around. And on occasion dad would wear his head phones to listen….but we could still hear it!!! We just stepped over him as we went about our chores etc….


  3. LOVE the memoir post. This reminds me a bit of what the “The Middlest Sister” does in paper cartoons. Have you ever seen her blog? You might enjoy her stuff. I’d love to see more of this kind of thing. Really fun post, Colleen!

    Hugs from Ecuador,


  4. I can close my eyes,Colleen, and see where we lived growing up, walk the streets, enter the house, enter every room, In fact a few years ago I went back to my Home Town, but it’s not the same without the people who brought the place to life. Your pictures above are lovely, basic but drawn with an eye to the past, to love and to life.. Memories are a gift and a treasure chest. to delve into. I loved delving with you.. xPenx


    • Thank you xPenx. I know what you mean about going back. I took my daughter there once. The house was so small. When I was growing up it was enormous! It held ten of us! And the street we played in seemed so narrow for all of the running and bike riding we did in it…. Thanks for the delving and sharing. πŸ™‚


  5. Colleen, Without doubt I enjoy your view of the world from which you began, the world of 8, the world of story book houses, and mom’s sayin Damn it. I know or suspect I know of similar pictures with meaning that myself and my 4 sibling could agree on, but somehow I think it would lack the clarity of yours. Thank you for the vision you present. Take care, Bill


    • πŸ™‚ I surprised myself with the shadow folks Bill. Maybe it’s in their simplicity that they are so clear with their messages. And I bet you could come up with images that your siblings would immediately connect with and recognize.


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