Little Green House

When my parents moved to California, they purchased a two bedroom home on Sepulveda Ave. At the time they only had two children, Candice and Michael. Eric and I came along shortly and the four kids slept in one room. My parents divided the room with a thin portable wall. Candice and I shared a bunk bed on one side and Mike on the other side. (Mike has always been pampered!) Eric was in a crib at one end of the room. The rest of the house consisted of another bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, and bathroom. It was a small home but it had a gigantic backyard and a wonderful old lady living next door named Vivian. I only have a few vivid memories of living there but some include watching mom and dad build a treehouse in the big tree, swimming in the little blow up pool, riding my Strawberry Shortcake bike head on into the short stubby palm tree in the backyard, swinging on the swing set, picking apricots off the ground, receiving tiny pastic grocery items for Christmas one year, and writing in our journals with a cover that looks like the back of a jean pocket. I'm sure my older siblings can add more memories in other posts. I only have happy memories of the "little green house". I believe it's because my parents were creative with what we had and loved us and we knew they loved us.

Front Yard

Front Living Room

Kitchen

Backyard