Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Where I Come From...

The old hotel, where I was born, is gone now.  But, just look!




Moma went to the drug store, to visit the doctor. While there, he inquired of her, as to whether she had a place to have "this baby".  She responded, "Yes, Moma's"( Elsie Mae Sapp).   So, she walked across Market Street, through the Hardware Store, and out back to Grandma's.  I was born in an upstairs room. Looking at the first picture, it's the two last windows, that go in a bit.  That is where Moma had number 7, me, her caboose!  



We ended up buying the house from Grandma, but she stayed on living with us, awhile.  Growing up, in the beginning, we did have some tenants, but we pretty much filled it up, with just us. It was smack dab in the middle of town, back when town was a picture show, dairy bar,  drug store, grocer, and other small town businesses...Remember the general repairmen...fixing your T.V's , radios, toasters...   Just before the Super Mega Store days, when towns had a Main Street.  We all loved it.  Can't you just hear that screen door banging, with all of us  going around town?



I was the last baby born in this house, but I wasn't the first. The first baby ever born in Mabank, was born in this house. Her parents named her, yes, Mabank. 



Now, these are older pictures of the house, than when we lived there, notice the old model car? The rest of the house, after the car, was not part of our house. It had been separated and moved over, to the yard next door, so it was our neighbor's house.   We sold this place, so a new bank could be built.  Moma cried over this house, wanting to move it, but it just wasn't happening.  Before the house was torn down, an elderly lady, named Mabank, came to see her house. Sitting on our big front porch, she told us her story and showed us pictures.  Moma wrote the town paper, mostly by herself, then.  She wrote about this house,  printing a photograph of the way it looked during ,the lady, Mabank's time; it was a lot smaller. Moma also showed the way it looked when we lived there, and during its tear down.  After that, we moved into the old "telephone nook" farmhouse, on Gun Barrel Lane. I was just finishing my 3rd grade year.



I'd  been married and had three kids when Moma and Daddy sold the old " telephone nook" farmhouse and moved, again. But, the crazy thing about this story, remember, I told about  the end of the old hotel being the next door neighbor's house, by the time we lived there?  Well, the neighbors were bought out, by the bank, also. Their house was sold off, and being smaller, it was moved, down the road...That is the house Moma and Daddy bought and she still lives in today, the one with the bottle trees...




Prior houses...





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19 comments:

The Green Pea said...

Thank you for sharing your story. I love the old place. It looks like a fun house to live in. Great post, have a nice week. sandi

Tamarah said...

Lezlee that's LOVELY...How WONDERFUL for your Mum to have somewhere so familiar & comforting to live & how LUCKY for you to have a part of your childhood still within reach....!

THANK YOU for sharing....!

Cheers,
Tamarah :o)

Coleen's Corner said...

What a wonderful "prior" story. What character that place has and all the memories too. Those darn banks. Many a beautiful old home in our area were also torn down to make way for new bank buildings. Dang.

Granny J said...

Oh Lezlee, that is such a sweet story. I love your momma's bottle trees.

Glenda... said...

What a sweet story Lezlee. I love stories like this, you have such a sweet way of telling things. what I wouldn't give to have a house like that today...it's beautiful.
blessings,
glenda

Anne - Fiona and Twig said...

What a fabulous story, Lezlee.
Gotta love that old architecture. :-)

Have a wonderful Tuesday!
Anne

Deb said...

That was a wonderful story. I'm very familiar with Mabank. We lived on the East side of the lake for about 3 years down Leisure Land road in Del Mar. We really love it down there really miss it. That is a great picture of the Hotel. What a nice memory for you. Have a great day!

Deb

TheSmithHotel said...

What an amazing story! Loved it!

thanks for sharing,
Jody

Rene W. said...

What a wonderful story - I love old places like this.

Nancy's Notes said...

Oh Lezlee, your blog is amazing! I just want to soak it all up, it's so interesting! I'll be back to take in more of your posts!

Nancy

Kathy said...

Loved that Lezlee...
How interesting and amazing...

A great old photo!
Have yourself a wonderful week.
xoxo~Kathy @
Sweet Up-North Mornings...

Greatma said...

Great story, and I love old houses!!!! I remember living in several old houses growing up!!! Love the fact that they ended up living in part of the original house!!! Antique Rose

artteachergirl said...

What a special, sweet story! Lezlee, you and your family are so blessed!

Amy Kinser said...

Love the story and the photo.

Marianne@Songbird said...

Wow, what a romantic story! Love that old picture. You have got some amazing family history.

Wendy said...

What a wonderful story and great pictures! I am so glad you shared it with us. Great post :)

Holly said...

Great story. I love finding out more about people. Our history makes us so interesting. I love that your Moma found her way back home!

Kari said...

Oh to live in the middle of a town! A community, to be PART of it all. I think it is what most of us in big cities crave to the ninth degree. This house was beautiful! I had forgotten about the phone nook. I don't know if I commented then but your house is beautiful! It has such a warm lovely family vibe.

nancy said...

I loved the hotel. It felt magical. It broke my heart when they tore it down.