
If you read this blog, you know Ohio is home for me, and I make the trip cross country 4 or 5 times a year to see my family and a handful of close friends. I usually stay at my folk's house-- Mom and Dave's, but their home is a home I've visited since I was 13 years old, long before they'd even met or married.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith bought the house my folks now live in, back the late 1950s. Mrs. Smith always told me the story about when "The Dame Fool" aka Mr. Smith, was taking the train from California to Niagara Falls where she was living with family while he was on an engineering job out West.
There was a big snow storm and the train was delayed overnight in our hometown-- a "god-awful place", she used to call it. The next morning, The Damn Fool went out for a walk-- in a blizzard-- and bought the house! The first time I heard the story was 1972, and all those years later, Mrs. Smith was still none too happy about Mr. Smith buying a house for them to actually live in without consulting her. The fact that it was in a small town rather than a big city, her preference, only added insult to injury.
The Smiths were Central Casting's version of the perfect "little old man and woman". Silver white hair, elegantly dressed, highly educated, world-traveled and just so darn cute you couldn't help but fall in love with them-- Because they were so in love with each other, despite Mr. Smith's "damn fool" status.
Mrs. Smith was 78 years old when we met. She'd broken her hand and word of mouth lead her to me for with help cleaning and doing chores around their home. We were fast friends and I spent every Saturday with her dusting, washing dishes, sometimes gardening and always hearing about her life experiences, which were amazing to a small town girl like me. Once I got my driver's license we'd grocery shop and do errands together too.
Mr. Smith was always smoking a cigar and eating ice cream for lunch. When we met, at age 83, he said it's what kept him going and it did until he was 97 years old. But Mr. Smith was lucky Mrs. Smith hadn't killed him years before! He usually got himself into big trouble for leaving things laying around or "mucking up the banister"-- the white carved railing leading upstairs. Every Saturday, my first job was to wash down the banister erasing Mr. Smith's sticky, muddy, grimy fingerprints so he wouldn't "catch hell" from his beloved wife.
My friends had no children or family and they became an important part of my extended family. I learned so much from the Smith's during our nearly 20 year friendship. Probably the most important lesson was that no matter how busy, or angry and upset, you might be with each other, when you part, even if you're just going to the market, always take a moment, hold the other's face in your hands and tell them you love them, then kiss them good bye and mean it. I get a lump in my throat just thinking about it because I saw them do that with each other probably a thousand times. Never once did they not take a special moment for each other.
Eventually, I moved away and my dear Mom took over caring for the Smith's; making sure they had everything they needed and taking them to appointments, church and the likes. But Mom didn't do a lot of housework; Mrs. Smith said she'd rather do it her self "for the exercise". But as time wore on, the banister wasn't as white as it used to be and she gave up trying to change Mr. Smith's sticky hands habits. We'd talk on the phone every week and she'd still call him The Dame Fool but we both knew she wasn't fooling anyone. She loved him-- sticky fingers and all.
When Mr. Smith passed away, the neighbors poured over to their home to offer their condolences to a devastated Mrs. Smith. Somewhere along the way, a well meaning neighbor did a little cleaning and it included removing the grim from the white banister.
A few days after the funeral, a very sad Mrs. Smith stopped and sat at the bottom of the stairs crying when she realized Mr. Smith's fingerprints were gone forever.
Five years later, when Mrs. Smith passed away, my folks bought the house I'd first stepped foot in when I was 13. It's a warm and inviting home with sweet memories for me, including being married in the back yard, under the rose arbor, where Mrs. Smith always said I would.
I count it as a blessing for me to sleep here tonight.
How do you count your blessings?
Welcome to The Fifty Factor - Joanna
Photo Credit-- Mine - Mom and Dave's house, May 2009
What a lovely story! Thanks for sharing it with us! And enjoy your visit!
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This is heart achingly beautiful. Stop it! I can't take it from you! Just kidding...it's a wonderful story and it says so very much about you and your parents that they raised a young girl who welcomed the quality of the wise and elder into her life without question.
ReplyDeleteEven then you were really amazing!
What a wonderful story! The house is beautiful and the story of what it meant to you before you family bought it is touching.
ReplyDeletewhat a lovely, touching, life story, thanks for sharing as only you can. I love that romantic house photo.
ReplyDeleteGirl, stop it! None of those emotional stories!!
ReplyDeleteIt was beautifully expressed and I could almost imagine you getting married in the rose arbor and how Mrs. Smith is smiling down at you.
Enjoy your stay there. They sounded like very special people who touched many people's lives and yours was one of them.
This is a lovely story Joanna. It's interesting to know the history of houses on a personal level. Hope your holiday is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading about Mr. and Mrs. Smith; what a wonderful couple they were; so glad they were part of your life for that season of your life :)
ReplyDeleteenjoy your time in Ohio
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While I was reading this lovely entry I was formulating in my mind what I would say in my comment. Hey, all my ideas have been taken! Really though, this is a beautiful little story. How special to have a memory like that.
ReplyDeleteThis was a wonderful, heartwarming story to read.
ReplyDeleteI read your comment over at SEl's place and thought Id stop in.
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Great story and thanks for doing a giveaway, it is very sweet of you! :)
ReplyDeleteI was temporarily swept away to the stairway within the four walls of that house; swept, as though carried by the wind. You tell the best stories! Thanks for sharing. Oh - today, I count my blessings in odd numbers, and only on my left hand. That is not to say my blessings are few, rather that's just how it's done on the first Thursday in August.
ReplyDeleteThanks Joanna for sharing the wonderful story of your old friends' It is very touching reminder that the little things that cause us angst in our relationships become some of the the things we miss most about someone when they are gone.
ReplyDeletelove it. the little fingerprints we hold onto,like blessings...my fingers and toes...and her fingers and toes...and...
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet story! Reading it was a wonderful way to start my morning.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your time in Ohio. I'm waving to you from Michigan, can you see me?
What a beautiful place you have- and I love the story. I am happy that you're getting to return home, and that your father will be well looked after.
ReplyDeleteRight now, the blessings I count every night and morning are that one of my kids hasn't accidentally killed himself.
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ReplyDeleteHow cute. That is just lovely for sure. Have fun and you have the best place to go.
what a beautiful and touching story. have a wonderful stay!
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful and touching story. have a wonderful stay!
ReplyDeleteOh....dang I didn't even have my first cup of coffee this morning!! This is the most beautiful touchy story. It needs to be published or made into a movie!!! J- it would be neat to write a small journal telling this story and others, adding to it every visit home and tuck the book behind some wall to be discovered someday.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you and Mrs. Smith became friends and part of each others life. My hat goes off to you at such an early age. The double bonus of having this sweet home and its memories continue in your life.
Have a wonderful time and golden weekend! xoxo
Now you went and made me cry this morning! What a beautiful love story. And how this adorable couple profoundly influenced you. How lucky that you get to visit this house filled with sweet memories. Perhaps you will share some photos with us of the interior and is the white bannister still in the house??
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely story. How lucky they are to have had such a marriage. How lucky you are to have known them.
ReplyDeleteThe photo of the house looks like HOME. It is wonderful that it worked out that you can call it home. Thanks for sharing the love story...have a safe trip getting back to reality!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful story. ::sniff sniff::
ReplyDeleteJust what I needed. A good cry with my morning coffee!!
What an absolutely beautiful story. That needs to be submitted to some short story contests or something. Thanks for sharing such a sweet and personal memory!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet story! Thank you so much for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteMy list of blessings is quite lengthy!That my children are all healthy, and the life I am priviledged to have is a good place to start.
That one made me a little teary eyed! It is a beautiful story. The house if beautiful as well.
ReplyDeleteWe can learn so much from our elders, they are so wise and have so much to teach. We all would be wiser if we would take the time to listen, as you did. Thanks for sharing.
I love a good story that makes me cry! Crying is, I think, one of my favorite things to do! Even sad crying, because it lets me know that there's love in there somewhere!
ReplyDeleteI'm going to take the Smith's philosophy to heart, and make sure that from this moment forward, I always make time for a special moment - for my husband and my kids!
Thanks for sharing that great story, Joanna!
What a wonderful story! Beautiful, quaint home, the fingerprints, the lump in your throat from the "kiss your loved ones good-bye" lesson. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteNeat that your folks purchased the house and that you're blessed to stay there. Smiling.
Great post. I can already see how sentimental you get when you go home for a visit, and it "looks good on you". There are so many lovely heart pings in this post.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful house and a touching story.
ReplyDeleteAhhh, what a lovely story!..thanks
ReplyDeleteso much for sharing with us!
Wedo need to say the sweet things while our loved ones are living!
gypsy
LOVE this post- how lovely to have such sweet memories! Kathy (from ShabaliciouS)
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet story. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful story. I haven't read a story of yours I haven't liked, but this one almost made me cry.
ReplyDeleteI don't count my blessings in the literal sense, as there are too many and I'd just get confused. In spite of some minor in- law BS with a person whom I'm sure has mental issues, I have a wonderful family (on both sides). I have a husband who loves me and always takes those sweet moments for me. I have three teenage daughters whose worst problems are the occasional tiff amongst themselves. I have a ton of incredible friends. I live in a decent home, I have great furniture I got dirt cheap, and my husband and I are both employed and even LIKE our jobs.
I can't complain! ...but I do sometimes anyway, I'm still human.
Yep..... very nicely told. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteFirst time visitor. Just thought I'd say hello.
This story comes full circle. Very sweet and the house holds good memories for you. Enjoy your visit.
ReplyDeleteI don't know if I can say anything that hasn't already been said. But I want you to know you have an incredibly special miracle of sorts on your hands. That house is so much of who you were, who you are and what you do in your life.
ReplyDeleteI'm not expressing this well. You already said it. Just, thanks for sharing. Beautiful.
Cheers,
SLC
That is one of the sweetest things I have ever read. Even better because it's true. :)
ReplyDeleteI count my blessings in stories like this that bring me to tears. How am I going to explain why I'm crying when my Hubby gets home?
ReplyDeleteMaybe I'll just let him read this post.
You have a wonderful way of telling a wonderful story and reminding me what's important in life.
Sleep tight!
Hugs!!
Counting blessings is a must.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the lovely story.
That was lovely!
ReplyDeleteOkay, Joanna, Here I am again. Different day, same posting by you. Different comment by me. How am I doing so far?
ReplyDeleteThat is such a lovely story. We would all be so blessed to have a couple like that in our lives.
ReplyDeleteLovely memory ... and you KNOW how much I love home. The word itself makes me feel good when I hear it, and I love reading stories about what home means to other people.
ReplyDeleteI count my family at the top of my blessings/gratitude list. Next come my longtime friends and old neighbors, who've gotten me through a very, very rough summer this year.
Hello, you have the most beautiful blog here, I'm loving reading it and your pictures are just stunning... thank you so much !!!!
ReplyDeletewill read this more in a bit, just leaving a comment to add another entry :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful story! When I get cranky, and tired, I take a few moments to count my blessings. And then I feel better.
ReplyDeleteI thought I commented on this the first time I read it. I must have been so touched I forgot to. I love this story, and it makes me think about how much I love Cute Hubby and what would I ever do without him. xo
ReplyDeleteWhat a heart-warming story. I'm a life-long Ohioan...all my family lives here and I can't imagine living anywhere else although I do like to visit.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely thing to read on a Sunday afternoon.
ReplyDeleteI loved reading this post, it made me a little sad. I was born and raised in East Liverpool, Ohio. I lived there until I was 14 years old. Thanks for the memories, I like to read about my friends lives.
ReplyDeleteI agree there is no place like home... I moved away for 7 yrs to RI, got back home to Maine several times a year since I could drive it ;) It has been 5 yrs since I came back for good and I am glad I did, since I lost my dad and grandmother this yr. All that is left is my mom... hubby misses his family in Guatemala terribly too and tries to get home to visit once a year. We are also looking at buying some land and building there and should something happen to my mom we will probably move there to be closer to his 5 siblings and his HUGE family there. I love my hometown, but unfortunately when everyone you love is gone it gets depressing :(
ReplyDeleteWhat a great story and a home full of memories. Enjoy your holiday and look forward to hearing about it on your return.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful story and so touching!
ReplyDeleteMy family and my friends are my blessings ^^
Thanks a lot
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man....you had me at the grimy banister.....sigghhhhh...this hit me really hard, considering my mom just came to visit.
ReplyDeleteAnd um - yeah, I'm in the for THE GIVEAWAY!!
Wow, what an emotional story. Poor Mrs. Smith, losing his grimy fingerprints after Mr. Smith died. How sad. I can understand how she must have felt. The very things that annoy us while someone is alive, are the things we cherish and miss once they have departed from us.
ReplyDeleteHope you are enjoying your vacation at home!
Hi Everyone! Thanks for your kind words. Mr. and Mrs. Smith how a dear place in my heart. They were an amazing couple who taught me so many life lessons.
ReplyDeleteKeep those cards and letters coming. I love hearing from you!
What a darling story...how special that home is!
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Spencer
Thank you for the lovely story this morning, that is so touching. I'm trying to count my blessings by thinking of one good thing every day.
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