At Meme’s house in the kitchen, there is a door that leads to the basement. As a kid, I would pull the phone cord, tuck it under the door and sit on the steps to make very important sixth grade phone calls to boys in privacy. Going down those steps, she’d always remind us, and still does to this day, to hold on to the railing or we’d go butt over applecart.
But on the door is a time capsule. The measurements of our family as we were growing up, my aunts and uncle and sister and cousins. It is so worn that you can barely read half of the initials on it anymore, but it still makes me smile that it’s there. I showed it to Finn and Tate when we were over there recently and added them. I tried to convince Dave to do it, just to mess with my cousin who is the reigning tallest line on the door.
Did you have something like this growing up? Do you have something like this in your own home?