My mother was determined to move into 122 by that particular Christmas, and we did. A lot of thought went into 122. The blueprints were carefully selected by my parents, complete with a sunken living space and a formal diningroom. And for those young people on HGTV who think that they’re so hip because they want their brand new home to include a kitchen with an “island” – My mother insisted on having an island for her kitchen long before it was a popular upgrade. Each room has a specific color scheme. My sister and I got to pick our own for our bedrooms. Carefully selected artwork, including grandchildren masterpieces adorn the wall, as well as posters for Michael Jordan and New Edition. Chewed up doorways made by bunny teeth, crayon markings on the walls, and a styrofoam 747 on the roof give 122 character. Pictures in the family room establish a timeline for its inhabitants. Displayed awards mark achievements in both academics and art.
122 is more than just brick and mortar. It’s a place of family dinners. It’s where dreams are discussed. It’s where report cards and college acceptance letters were read. The walls have heard a lot of laughter and have seen a lot of tears. It’s where teenaged rebellion occurred (not too much because we weren’t crazy all together). It’s where husbands were bought and where our children now make their own memories. Although the appearance has evolved over the years, 122 is unwavering and full of love just like the family within.
In anticipation of the release of my new novel Marshland, I am offering the e-book of my first book, The Promise of Palmettos, for $1.22 for a limited time for those who have not yet read the novel to enjoy.