The Ruidoso House

I want to drive to the mountains.  I started to say that I wanted to drive “up there”, and had the same old chuckle to myself that I always have.  Do I drive “up to the mountains” or “down to Ruidoso”?   Up in elevation.  Down on the map.

Well, whichever… I want to make the three hour drive and pull into that driveway.  But I’m going to give it a little time.

I’ve been pulling into that driveway all my life.  Arriving with Nana and Granddad to open the house.  Or arriving a day or two after them, being greeted with waves from the upstairs porch.  I’ve opened that door to the downstairs playroom to the aroma of a closed up basement… not so pleasant, and yet, ever so familiar and comforting.

I’ve played ping-pong and pool while The Beatles serenaded on the old 45s.  I’ve read books on the porch swing, and played Barbies on the stair steps.

I’ve helped build fires in the fire place, and have helped fan the place when the damper was closed.

I was a tiny girl when the house was being built, and I was a grown woman when I helped make repairs on the place so it could be sold.

Another family owns it now.  I wish them all the happiness in the world.  I wish them holidays filled with laughter, delicious meals on the table, pool tournaments that last long into the night.  If they make half as many good memories as flood my heart today, then their abundance cannot be measured.


7 Responses to “The Ruidoso House”

  1. Marcea Clive says:

    Nothing like family…………

  2. Kim Mann says:

    So many happy memories of that place!! Brings a tear to my eyes…..

  3. Marietta says:

    Knowing your adorable grandparents as I did, you have made them very happy with this lovely little remembrance. When they built that home I’m sure that all they wanted was for you and the rest of your family to want to come and never want to leave! Priceless memories…..

    Very sweet Sandy.

  4. Sandy says:

    I’m ever so grateful to my grandparents for their wonderful love and care of our family. Just yesterday I was telling a friend that my grandparents were taking care of their grandchildren long before they were even born.

    Yes! Nana designed that house to be a place filled with a big family, filled with laughter, filled with love. What a blessing!

  5. Lawanda Calton says:

    Oh I love this! You have a way of leading people into great memories of their own! I feel like sitting on the brown sofa and viewing “the mountain” out the big window. Then finding a few more pieces to the puzzle while Mother gets ready to drive up-town to go in a couple of stores. What fun that was…remember?

  6. Sandy says:

    We’ll always remember… and will cherish the memories!

  7. Betty Williamson says:

    What a bittersweet memory, but so vivid. I’ve never been to that house, but feel like I have…even down to the musty scent of the basement. Beautifully done.

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