Remembering the little things....

I'm sitting here going over some memories in my head. The reason I think I have such recollection is that the memories play like a movie as I think about them. I was thinking about my first home I lived in in York, Pa. The house was at 185 Sharon Drive, near the Hospital. It was a young neighborhood at the time, early 60's, New homes along with some older homes on the streets behind my house. My Dad was an architect and a professional engineer. He designed the house we lived in and even to this day I believe it was ahead of its time for it's design. I'll give you the tour...... A two car garage that had a very large crack in the floor causing part of the slab to sink, was a result of torrential rains during Hurricane Hazel, the ground settled and the slab went with it. Dad was a handyman and he was always washing and waxing the car. He Loved turtle wax. I remember him showing me how to dab some on a rag from the bottle, I really can smell it as I write this and see the green color. He showed me how it would buff out slight scratches in the paint. Dad always drove Chevy Impalas that were his work cars. He really liked the light tan/dark tan color and we had quite a few different year models that were the same color. Then you walked into the hall of the kitchen area. The staircase for the basement family room was on your left and the front bathroom was on your right. Now this bathroom was pink and black trimmed tile with a shower, sink and toilet. It really was kind of Dad's bathroom. Dad had built a clothes chute to the laundry room below from this room. Those cabinets were painted black too. The color scheme was your typical 50's type. What we call retro now!!! The tile on the kitchen floor was a dull brown color with small flecks of other dull colors. The kitchen was really modern, we had a dishwasher, the kind that opened by sliding a big drawer out, the front was real wood and there was a spinning rack on top for the glasses. There was a small grey formica drop leaf table with 2 chairs in that part of the kitchen and Dad built a breakfast Nook with built-in seats that had storage under them. Kind of like what you find in travel trailers now. The upholstery was a burnt orange color, I believe it might have been called "pumpkin". Across from that Dad built a pantry and desk that was hidden by closet doors when not in use. The door to the Dining room was a pocket door, you know, the kind that slides into the wall when opened. The Dining Room and Living room had neutral grey carpet, the Dining room walls were a medium green. There was a cabinet and 3 drawers built into the wall on the kitchen side that was for the china and other entertainment items. The living room was separated by a red brick planter that was part of the wall with the fireplace in the livingroom. We used to keep living plants in there. I remember there were philodendron and draceana, every year at the tri-state fair, Dad would buy us chamelions from Florida and we would let them live in the planter. We sprayed the leaves with water and fed them meal worms from the pet store. Well the tour ends here for today, I'll start with the living room tomorrow, Mom, I hope you're reading this, this is for you and Dad, Love ya....