I spent about every other weekend at this house from the age of 4 through to about 14. It’s probably the most influential house of my entire life, more so than any house I ever lived in. 
This is the house I think of when I smell pancakes frying, use a white board, look at dollhouses and walk on shag carpeting. It’s the house that made me love Siamese cats, model trains and fake fireplaces. Every time I eat a cherry or see someone canoeing, pat a spaniel puppy, it’s this house.
Did I mention the laundry chute?
I loved that house too. Didn’t spend nearly as much time there, but what I remember most is the pool!!
A gorgeous picture! Sounds like a beautiful place for a child.
I am jealous of the laundry chute. My grandparents have one and we always found it so magical! Now I am just jealous of it’s convenience.
I think a laundry chute could be both a blessing and a curse-totally a convenience, yes, but sometimes, in a pinch, I have been known to pull something out of dirty laundry to wear for some reason or another. Running down to the basement would stop that habit, I guess. Her laundry chute started on the top floor, had another portal on the main floor and ended in the basement. We played a game of dropping stuff from the top and catching it on the main, if you missed, you had to race down and retrieve. Mostly toys, I guess, but other stuff too.
The pool was great! I lived in that pool, for sure. I think it’s been filled in now!
Wow Caitlin, you’ve just made me miss my old house! Now I want to buy it back. What about English Setter puppies running all over us on the front lawn, chestnut wars with the mafia kids, being chased by Hobo (supposedly the offspring of The Littlest Hobo), the bunnies, the chickens, selling cherries and Girl Guide cookies on the Parkway, hide and seek in the scary basement, digging for treasures in the toyroom… and of course… fb. Oh and little rubbery Jeremy.
PS – my mum would like me to clarify that the fireplaces were all real but one had a fake plastic insert. That was in the meeting room in the basement, right? I know it wasn’t on the main floor because I remember us having real fires in those fireplaces.
Wow, haha, this makes me SO HAPPY!!! I had no idea you read my blog, gosh, I am just about passing out with joy right now. I was in NOTL with my dad last week, obviously, I always hope to run into you there.
I can’t remember ever having a fire in a fireplace at your house.
There were also those broken marionette legs nailed into the cherry tree, I liked those a lot, and Squirrelly. And the wall paper with naked ladies in your dad’s office loo.
It’s really a bottomless pit of happiness!
GET FACEBOOK NOW PLEASE!
Thanks Caitlin, I needed this today.
Aw, Captain Poo Pants, are you having a bad day? Is it a case of…the Tuesdays?