Thursday, August 30, 2012

Bedroom Life

Today's writing prompt from Mama's Losin'It! is What do you remember most about your childhood bedroom.  Wow there is a lot to remember about my bedroom but first I have to narrow it down to which one I wish to talk about.  We moved several times.  Tap, tap, tap to my temple as I contemplate my answer.  The most important memory of all the rooms was that I shared it with my little sister.  I was the oldest, then Bro and then Sis.  I got the immense treat to share a room with my sister (I'm being tacky...more in a later post.)  I think I will share our last bedroom together.  

It was awesome and I don't think I have even one picture of it.  Wait...I do have a picture but it is after The Hubby and I redecorated Daddy's house...
do you see how small that room was.  The bed in this picture is a twin bed, we had a full size bed that we shared.  One time we had two twin beds and absolutely no room to move.  TINY!  Bro will say it was a palace, and it was to him.  He was stuck on the back porch room that used to be an outdoor patio.  When they enclosed it the damn roof leaked every, single time it rained, over his bed.  

My mother was a great supporter of letting you express yourself as a child.  She also did not clean our room for us, that was our job, which sometimes we didn't do.  What was amazing was we girls were allowed to paint the walls any color we wanted, and I mean we painted!  One wall was bright yellow, one neon orange, one bright green and one soft blue.  We also painted our huge desk the blue color and the shelves were painted the neon orange.  It was the 70's for goodness sake and I was a wannabe Hippy!  It was AWESOME!  Sadly for me I married a guy that believed that all walls should be Spanish White for resale value.  Drove me crazy, and the girls.  He was always prepared to sell even though we stayed in every house 10 years.  B's house has colorful walls and finally after 36 years of marriage I have color on my walls.  I wore him down!  

Those brightly colored walls were also covered with posters of Davy Jones, Peter Dolenz, David Cassidy, "Greg Brady", The Cowsills...I could go on.  I also had magazine art from Peter Max that I loved and lots of quotes.  It was such an awesome room and I loved it.  It expressed me!  

Thanks Mama's Losin' It, this was an awesome question.  I had fun walking down memory lane.

5 comments:

Nonnie said...

I shared a room with my sister too - all the days of our lives at home. We shared a double bed in a tiny room and sometimes drew "invisible lines" across the room. It was my dream to have a room to myself. However, in retrospect, both my sister and I have talked about the fact that we were always glad to have the other's hand to hold on to in the dark of the night.

Classic NYer said...

Hey, I shared a room with my sister as well! It doesn't look the same as it did back then, though, kind of like yours. It's been painted at least twice...

Visiting from Mama Kat's. :-)

SouthMainMuse said...

Yep. I was much more the David Cassidy camp than Donny Osmond. And I shared a room with my sister for a long while. Kids need to do more of that these days. And mom never cleaned up our rooms either. When I got my own --- she just shut the door.

Michelle said...

I grew up with white walls and serious room cleaning rules. It won't surprise anyone to learn that my kids have painted their rooms orange and red and pink and blue and gray and back again. And let's not even speak of how clean their rooms are! I don't do it for them, and as long as the mess stays in their room, they are allowed to clean it as they will.

Beryl said...

I loved Peter Max stuff. He was so different from anything else.
I shared the bedroom with my two sisters and twin baby brothers. I hadn't even remembered this until my oldest brothers was telling his wife how great it was that he had a room with just the two older boys and how lucky he felt. It's no wonder I have no trouble sleeping through anything.