The House that Built Me
514 Lavender Street
From painting the house and building the front porch enclosure, to cutting the grass, planting rose bushes, and even adding a two-bedroom dormer so we kids could have our own rooms—Dad never stopped giving. He built the picnic table where we celebrated birthdays and turned the backyard into an ice-skating rink every winter. Even after long days at Ford, he made sure we never went without.
Tim and Rich shared a room (still jealous they got the bunk beds), while Cheryl and I had the hot pink front bedroom—her choice, of course. Six of us in that small house, but the memories we made there shaped the rest of our lives.
You did good, Dad and Mom. You did really good.
