Step Up

I grew up in the quintessential American family: Mom, Dad, and two kids. Since my family was small, a large home was not necessary. We had a typical one-story brick ranch that many families had in the ‘70s. Where am I headed? It is none other than Let’s Blog Off, where participants are asked to name what they wanted as a child.

There were many items I wanted growing up. As I sifted through childhood memories, I kept coming back to one thing: a house with stairs. I know that sounds silly, but it is the truth.

My four cousins always had a two-story home, simply because they had a larger family. We would play in the stairwell. When Cousin Meg and I did not want to clean, we would place items on the stairs instead of putting them away properly. Meg and Jake taught me how to slide down the banister. (See picture below for the culprits.) Of course, we would get in trouble, but we had so much fun.

I pretended my bedroom had stairs by setting up sofa cushions next to Mom’s card table. I climbed up and down until my mother caught me sitting on top of the card table. She asked me what I was doing. I told her I wanted a house with stairs like Meg and Jake. Mom was not impressed with my engineering marvel because she proceeded to demolish my stairwell and spank me. I was forbidden from the card table for a long time afterwards.

Recently we were all together again. Meg and I shared childhood memories. I told her I was jealous of her because she had a house with stairs. She laughed at me. She said that she like my house because the bathroom was never very far away. I guess this proves the old saying, “The grass isn’t always greener on the other side of the fence.”

Becky & David’s Wedding – June 2006

From L to R: Chris, Meg, Me, Becky, David G., David D., Jess, Leslie, Jake

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6 Responses to Step Up

  1. James Dibben says:

    I remember being fascinated by my friend’s larger houses. Those seem to be strong memories. Not sure why I remember my friends houses so well. I barely remember the first two my wife and I had.

  2. I had similar feelings toward my cousin’s house- they had a pool… I couldn’t fathom how awesome that would be!

    We moved when I was 14 to a house with a pool… I’d say I swam a total of 10 times during my high school years there… grass isn’t greener!

  3. Joseph says:

    I DID grow up in a house with stairs. My brothers and I used to sit on the railings right above the newel posts and pretend they were horses! As an adult most of my apartments had stairs leading up to them, and after I married, we lived in rented town houses with two stories. The last 19 years we’ve lived in a ranch house, and now that I’m quite a bit older and have some rather fragile knees, I’m glad for not having stairs!

  4. Rufus Dogg says:

    I grew up in an older house with stairs. There were five of us. Along side the staircase was a grate that hot air blew up from the furnace in the winter. At the bottom of the stair railing was a huge newel post, but this was a house with 11 ft ceilings, so the staircase was large…

    We would ride down that handrail and jump off at the last minute. If you didn’t, your butt would plow right into that post and it hurt. Needless to say, every one of us kids has a scar on our chins where we missed the post, but nailed our faces on the furnace grill.

  5. I had stairs…but I wanted a spiral staircase. It would’ve made using them so much more interesting – and perhaps dizzying.

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