Thursday, October 27, 2011

The Measuring Wall

There is a wall in our house that we don't want to paint.  
It is a record of our lives.  
It isn't really a wall, just the edge of one
that is a perfect spot for measuring the kids' growing up.  
We have the adults up there, too, so the kids' can see who
they are catching up to.

We love to look to see when Nathan and Lynette were the same height, 
to see how soon someone is catching up to Mom. 
(Nobody is going to catch up to Dad.)
Even the neighbor girl is on the wall, so she too can see
how much she is growing.  
We've know her for ten years and they don't
do this at her house. 

We had a place to measure when I was growing up, on 
the painted trim in the kitchen.  The walls and trim were yellow then
and we watched our names rise from year to year.  
That spot is gone now, who wants a kitchen to stay sunshine yellow
forever?  I suppose someday we will have to 
paint over this little memory.  
But, the nice thing about memories, is that some day they make good stories.  


Renee said...

What a fun thing to do! Grandpa and Grandma Nelson had a wall that we did that on...we never did it at our house. And I had to giggle when I read, "who wants a kitchen to stay sunshine yellow forever?" Well, why not? ! Funny how we get tired of what we think is just "perfect" at the time we do it! I like all your blog posts!

Gramma's Corner said...

Patty wrote: "My parents did this and we had a "measuring wall" in our house too. It's a fun thing to do."

Lynisha said...

Very fun - I saw this idea for a "measuring wall" and really want to do it!

Gramma's Corner said...

That is a VERY neat idea. I wish I would have thought of it, no worries about painting over it.