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Meet Virginia’s

December 9, 2009
by thenestinggame

Oh my gosh. It is already December! The tree is up and presents are almost entirely purchased. However nothing is wrapped and my notions of baking gingerbread cookies are quickly disappearing with each passing day. Maybe this weekend in between the 47 loads of laundry waiting for me in the basement.

But before we get to Christmas, over Thanksgiving Taylor and I went to visit my family in St. Louis. On Saturday, before we came home, we went over to my grandparents’ house. My grandmother, Titi, passed away nearly 3 years ago and this was the first time I’d been in her house since before she died. It was a little sad to see it in such disarray–my Dad and Aunt and Uncle have been cleaning it out bit by bit–and also it’s a little depressing to think that you live your entire life and collect all these things along the way, then when you are gone, many of those things are essentially worthless to anyone else–even to the people you are closest to. Too bad I didn’t find an old grammar book there; judging from that last sentence, I could certainly use one.

Anyway, what WAS neat was that Taylor got to see the house. He took some photos of the things that struck him. I really loved seeing her house through a new person’s eyes. Titi and Papa Iti’s house is a Spanish-style house on a street full of more traditional homes. I’m not sure if that’s why they bought it (being Spanish themselves), but it definitely was fitting. I have lots of memories of Christmases and days spent playing with my cousins there. Of Lobo, the big wolf-dog that used to terrify me as a wee tot. Of Titi sprinkling a green Spanish cologne (Clair Matin?) on my hair. Those are just a few.

Here’s the tile floor that is in the foyer.

Here’s the flamenco dancer that watched over the living room. I like to think of her like one of those Harry Potter paintings. Her partner comes in when no one’s around to keep dancing.

Here’s the view from the second floor, looking over the living room. I used to stand there and sing “Don’t Cry for Me, Argentina.”

No, I didn’t. But I should have.

Here’s the exercise bike that Titi got for Christmas one year. I think it was the same year I got my Cabbage Patch kid. (And my cousins didn’t. Heh heh. And yes, they’re still bitter.)

And here’s Dad and I outside the front door.

A few small things from this house are coming to mine. Which makes me very happy.

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  1. Heather (cousin who is still bitter at 30 about the doll) permalink
    December 9, 2009 10:26 pm

    First of all, it was me, and only me, that was pissed about the cabbage patch doll and YES I am still bitter about it. Mom’s favorite picture is of me sitting on Paiti’s lap with the ugliest scowl on my face while you were in the middle beaming like the sun with your new cabbage patch doll! How did you remember that Titi got that exercise bike that year??? I thought that thing was from the 60’s!

    And it is so sad that all of that shit is still sitting in that damn house! 3 years! This is really interesting to see Taylor’s photos of the house. I love the one of you and Joey. The best thing about the house is that when you walk in, you can still smell her :)

  2. Elaine Smart permalink
    December 9, 2009 10:51 pm

    What a fabulous house! What a wonderful story!
    Looks as if it belongs in Florida – not St. Louis.
    Do they plan on selling it?
    Thanks for sharing the story and the pictures!

    • December 10, 2009 7:07 pm

      The house needs some work (a new kitchen for starters). I think they are trying to decide whether to do the work before they sell it or reduce the price and sell it as-is. It is a neat house, though, and in a great area.

  3. December 10, 2009 2:42 pm

    I loved the house – really loved it. Best one in the ‘hood, I think. Wish I lived in St. Louis. If I did, I’d barter with the Molina family for a chance to live there.

  4. lucyglib permalink
    December 10, 2009 5:46 pm

    Beautiful pictures. And by the way, gingerbread men are NEVER worth it. The rolling, my God, the rolling.

  5. December 10, 2009 9:31 pm

    Love that tile entryway! It is rough to think about your lifetime of things being discarded after you’re gone. Charlie and I have talked about that in regard to Nanna’s houseful of tschotskes.

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