The Door.

07 October 2013

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?

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10 comments:

Lora said...

we had this at my grandma's house, and I had little pinholes marking Jake's height in the old house on his door frame. I was so sad to leave it behind, but figured I could recreate it in the new house just as easily since somewhere I have written down all his measurements the doctor has ever taken. I was thinking of doing it up really cool inside the basement door in the new house, but everything is so shiny and new that I feel like I'd be making a mess of things. Once we get it painted in there, I think I might do side-by-side notches for each year of Jake's and now Nicholas' growth.

You have no idea how much I think about all this!

Renee Anne said...

My dad's dad and step-mom had it at their house...but I rarely spent time there (my parents were divorced and my dad didn't get along with his dad) so I wasn't added until I was 12 or 13...and all my half- and step-cousins were there...and my half-brother....all through the ages but I was only on there once. Kind of sad, actually. I was the oldest, too.

Jessica @ Wanting Adventure said...

I love this! I don't have anything similar in our family since we all moved so much.

katie said...

Yes! My grandma had one in a door jamb and we actually removed it when she moved. My parents have one for us inside the food if a folding closet door in their bathroom. We just started one on the edge of our bathroom for for our boys!

Omi said...

My grandparents had one in their home before they retired and moved to Florida. It was so sad to have to leave it behind. So, now that I am a grandmother, I have one in my home for my grandchildren, but it is made of fabric and can be moved easily to any new location I might need. My grandchildren love to look and see how much they've grown through the years; they are ages 8, 7, 5, and 3 - so we have many more markings to go.

Just A Normal Mom said...

We had this for all the cousins at my grandma's house. And we did it for my son in his room in the walk in closet. It was the hardest part of moving out of the house....

Anonymous said...

Great Post! My mother-in-law did this for my husband and his siblings. Now we do for our children...it on the wall next to the basement door. It's a constant reminder of how fast they are growing up and to remind Mike and I to not take any moment for granted.

Karry F. said...

It's odd - neither my hubby nor I had a measuring chart growing up. It made us want to do it for my son. My hubby took a piece of fancy molding that he put a light varnish on and screwed it to the wall in our hallway. He wanted it to be something that we could take down and move it with us whenever we moved. :o) It's perfect!

Michelle said...

Karry, that is a genius idea! That way you can easily take it with you. I'm going to do that at our house!

Sierra said...

Great post.. I think this is an igneous idea which attracts me most. I would really want to try this for my home.. Thanks for sharing this post..

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