Over the Hills to Grandma’s House
Let me share with you Grandma’s house! My parents live in Columbia, Tennessee. The view when traveling to their house by way of 840 from Murfreesboro, is stunning. The beautiful rolling hills dotted with cows grazing, the large wall rocks with water spilling from their seams, and beautiful historic homes nestled in the countryside, make the excursions a delight.
Once I arrive in Columbia, I drive down a street located next to the river, and turn into a neighborhood filled with adorable historic homes. Every house has unique character of its’ own. Some have been shown love, and others neglect. If Jo and Chip Gaines were to get ahold of some of these neglected homes, this entire neighborhood would be unbelievable.
There is a special house that has had plenty of love and attention, and that is Grandma’s house. (My dad lives there too, but we still call it Grandma’s house) The house sits up on an incline, and what catches your eye first, is the rounded front door. The exterior of Grandma’s house is made of stucco. It just says, “Come in and have some cookies and milk.”
I’ve said before that I learned my love of design and decorating from my mother. My parents have never been well off, but that has never stopped my mother from making a beautiful home.
Every room is filled with years and years of special mementos and treasures. There are antiques mixed with garage sales and flea market finds.
One of my favorite rooms is the guest room. The old cast iron bed belonged to my grandmother. Mom painted the bed white. I remember as a little girl, how I would place a pencil in each hole in the headboard. I was pretending to be a switchboard operator like on “Little House on the Prairie.”
My mother gave the old living room fireplace a makeover by attaching different size rocks with tile cement. She has it decorated with adorable Easter decorations.
The living room is filled with bright soft colors. My mother has a Tiffany lamp that was left in the farmhouse my grandparents purchased. My grandma never liked the lamp and put it in her boys room. The boys knocked it off the table and broke a section of the lamp. (typical boys) Years later my mother inherited the lamp, and had it repaired.
A Painting of Grandma’s House
A few years ago, I did a rendering of Grandma’s house. This adorable house needed to be remember for years to come.
Well, if you are ever in Columbia, take a drive along Riverside Drive, and tour some of the side streets. You won’t be disappointed! And, if you see Grandma’s house, give it a honk of approval!