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January 23, 2013
The Laundry Chute (Life History Stories - #1)
The Laundry Chute
(Life History Stories)
When I was about 5 years old we moved into a house that my dad built on Lyn Rae Square in Mesa, Arizona. It was a 2-story brick colonial with white columns and a large yard.* It was a lovely home, and I'm sure I would appreciate the decor and well-designed floor plan now as an adult, but my 5-year-old self remembers the really cool things.... like the laundry chute in the upstairs bathroom.
The laundry chute was meant as a convenience for my mother (and I suppose for us kids too), magically making the dirty clothes from upstairs appear almost instantly downstairs in the laundry room. (I think my dad is probably the one who included this feature, because I suspect my mom would have just put the laundry room itself upstairs.) Rather than seeing it as a convenience, my sisters and brother and I used it as a means of entertainment, such as sending toys and other items on a wild (but short) ride to the ground floor.
I'm sure my older siblings have more frequent (and more accurate) memories of the laundry chute adventures, but I specifically remember wiggling down it myself on a particular occasion. It was meant to be exciting but was rather frightening, though I imagined I would land on a soft pile of (dirty!) clothes.... which wasn't there. Either it was "laundry day" and my mom had already retrieved all our soiled duds, OR (more likely) they were lying on the floor of our bedrooms. At any rate, it wasn't a pleasant experience and I never journeyed through the laundry chute again (I must have been of above-average intelligence to have learned that lesson so quickly), though I do recall urging some of my younger siblings to do so themselves.
* My family always refers to this home as "The Two-Story House" for a couple of reasons; 1) it's the only house my parents ever built that had an upper-story, and 2) we lived for many years in another house on the same street which had a basement (so it was "technically" 2-story), but no upper-story, so that's how we differentiate between the two. "The Two-Story House" also had a basement though, so I guess technically it would be a 3-story house?
(Life History Stories)
When I was about 5 years old we moved into a house that my dad built on Lyn Rae Square in Mesa, Arizona. It was a 2-story brick colonial with white columns and a large yard.* It was a lovely home, and I'm sure I would appreciate the decor and well-designed floor plan now as an adult, but my 5-year-old self remembers the really cool things.... like the laundry chute in the upstairs bathroom.
The laundry chute was meant as a convenience for my mother (and I suppose for us kids too), magically making the dirty clothes from upstairs appear almost instantly downstairs in the laundry room. (I think my dad is probably the one who included this feature, because I suspect my mom would have just put the laundry room itself upstairs.) Rather than seeing it as a convenience, my sisters and brother and I used it as a means of entertainment, such as sending toys and other items on a wild (but short) ride to the ground floor.
I'm sure my older siblings have more frequent (and more accurate) memories of the laundry chute adventures, but I specifically remember wiggling down it myself on a particular occasion. It was meant to be exciting but was rather frightening, though I imagined I would land on a soft pile of (dirty!) clothes.... which wasn't there. Either it was "laundry day" and my mom had already retrieved all our soiled duds, OR (more likely) they were lying on the floor of our bedrooms. At any rate, it wasn't a pleasant experience and I never journeyed through the laundry chute again (I must have been of above-average intelligence to have learned that lesson so quickly), though I do recall urging some of my younger siblings to do so themselves.
* My family always refers to this home as "The Two-Story House" for a couple of reasons; 1) it's the only house my parents ever built that had an upper-story, and 2) we lived for many years in another house on the same street which had a basement (so it was "technically" 2-story), but no upper-story, so that's how we differentiate between the two. "The Two-Story House" also had a basement though, so I guess technically it would be a 3-story house?
My Life History in 50 short posts in 2013
I accepted a friend's challenge to write 50 short stories from my life this year. I need this challenge because for years (too many) I've had really good intentions of writing about my life. It has always felt so overwhelming so I never did anything. But I like the idea of just writing small bits and pieces here and there. It doesn't have to be cohesive necessarily. Just put it in writing! I might as well start somewhere, right?
At first I thought I would create a separate blog just for this challenge, but I think that's getting out of hand.... I don't need another blog to keep track of. So, I'll just be including them here, which I guess makes sense since this is my journal anyway.
So, welcome to my life... history.
At first I thought I would create a separate blog just for this challenge, but I think that's getting out of hand.... I don't need another blog to keep track of. So, I'll just be including them here, which I guess makes sense since this is my journal anyway.
So, welcome to my life... history.
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