My House That Built Me
 
“Wont take nothin but a memory” Miranda Lambert “The House That Built Me”
 

“My House That Built Me” is dedicated to the homes we all grew up in. As children, our house was the sanctuary we used to create our own world. Through the years it continued to be our security blanket. We knew we would be a champion football player, replace the Beatles, be an astronaut, be the first female president, king, queen or just the smartest kid in the world. We celebrated birthdays, thought of “that” boy or girl, graduated from school all the time gathering memories for a lifetime.

This is a companion website to my radio segment by the same name on my program, “Things My Mom Taught Me” on webtalkradio.net

All you have to do is email a picture of the house you grew up in, with a paragraph of why it meant so much, your name, the house address and we will post your memory. My email is epquinn@mac.com or click on the ”Email Me” link above.

I want to thank Miranda Lambert for incredibly moving song, “The House That Built Me” but most importantly thank you for sharing your memories.

3320 University Ave.

Highland Park, Ill.

"This house meant, and still means, everything to me.  My parents bought it in 1957, right before adopting me.  Our family in it's various incarnations, lived there for 45 years before selling it in 2002.  I still dream about it and sometimes when I wake up in the morning, I think I'm still in my twin bed in my old room.  It represents everything warm, comfortable, loving and safe--all the things my childhood was but are no longer.  I moved away for years but recently moved back to within a mile of my house that built me.  I drive by it all the time and both smile and cry at the same time."

Anne Maxfield

3210 Grischy Ln.

Cincinnati, Oh.

“ All my childhood memories are wrapped up in this house. The thing I loved about it was it was the one place i always knew I was always loved. Growing up I could be anything I wanted from airline pilot, Zorro or even a Captain Kangaroo Train Conductor, as long as I was in that house. At the top of those steps in the front of the house is a little fingerprint I put in as a young boy so there will always be a piece of me there.”

Eugene Quinn

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833 Sabino

Cincinnati, Ohio

1834 Herschel Ave.

Cincinnati, Oh.

“I loved my on Herschel because I always knew I was safe there. When I was cold my mom would make me hot chocolate and if I was hungry I would get a meal. One story that reminds me of that house was when I was younger I believed someone was in my closet at night. I would make my dad come in check the closet and I would wait in the hall way. He would come out and let me know it was safe to come back in the room. This went on for years but it reinforced what my house meant to me, it was the place I went to be safe.”

James Farrell

“The memories I have of growing up and our house are those of family.  The memories are those of holidays, family events and every summer preparing for vacation.  You could go anywhere and adventure, you always came back home.  In later years it was a place to gather and come back together.  The house may have changed, but the memories it holds for me will last forever.”

Barb Douglass Quinn