My aunt came to Memphis for a visit. I usually get to see her about once or twice a year. She and her family are my only relatives still living in the Windy City. My mom and I moved to Memphis from Chicago when I was 10 years old. My dad passed at the early age of 32 and my mom thought moving to Memphis would give us a fresh start.
Now for the record I never wanted to move to Memphis. I had a life in Chicago (all 10 years of it)
This is the house on the South Side of Chicago where my foundation began
In this house I learned the meaning of love and family. I watched my parents as they showed me what a good marriage looks like… how a man treats a wife and how a wife respects her husband.
In this house I developed my love for sports, especially Steeler football…thanks dad!
In this house I learned to ride a bike and jump double-dutch
In this house I had awesome birthday parties.
In this house I had the best Christmas’ ever.
To me this house represents some of the BEST memories of my life.
To me this house represents LOVE
I have been back to Chicago once since moving to Memphis. That’s something that has to change and soon.
But I don’t want to go in the winter…yeah I still remember that hawk. Brrrr!!!!
I want to go back now as an adult to shop and definitely eat. I didn’t know it then but I was cultivating my love for food.
Growing up my cousins and I would spend some part of every summer in Memphis with our grandmother. I liked Memphis. It was a great place to visit but to move…..Nope, Nada, No way! But what choice did I have? Unlike today’s children, I didn’t have a vote.
As a mother I am glad that we made the move to Memphis. Honestly I would rather raise my boys in Memphis than in Chicago.
I hope to one day take my boys to Chicago so that they can see where it all began. They never got the chance to meet my parents but I share with them the good times that I had in this house. This is where love started for me.
I pray that I am creating those same kind of memories for them in our HOME.
What was your favorite place to live growing up?
Beewisdom- It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home – Unknown