I'm glad you had something good to remember.
My house on the hill was something I could hold on to when things got bad. Sometimes it was the emotions I remember more than actual events. I felt safe in that house. But as I look back as an adult, I realize there were so many things going on around me that as an innocent child I didn't reconize the signs of disaster that was lurking over our heads.
This house was in a little town about 20 minutes away from a bigger town that had a KH. Mom was studying with a couple of JWS at the time and they would come over to the house for our study.
I remember sitting on the living room floor on my knees while my mom would brush my long hair and wrap it up in rag curls. She would put this goop on each section before she wrapped it up. This was our ritual on Saturday nights for Sunday meetings.
Later on I would bring these memories up to comfort me. They were the only pieces of my mom I had left. After that house , my mom got "sick"- had a mental break down and was never the same. Sad to say she had shock therapy(this was in the 60's ) and she lost alot of her memories.
These memories helped me reconnect with my mom when I was in my teens. We were separated for 7 years.
Do you have fond memories you hope your children remember?
