Wearing Blue

As a small child (two, three, four) I was obsessed with wearing  my Danskin navy blue slacks and turtle neck. This was under the age of five. We had a yellow shag carpet in the living room. I marveled at the color contrast.

I remember watching my step father put on his tie pacing around the stair landing. This was our first house. An adorable black and white mini Tudor style on Knollwood Ave in Mamaroneck NY. The man who bought it illustrated one of the incarnations the Morton Salt logo.

My mother took the dark wood carved fireplace to our next house on Cooper Lane in Larchmont. And 30 years later when they sold that house she was told the fireplace was stripped out and in a pile in the garage. The new owners also painted over the wall to wall white tile kitchen. What was our mother doing snooping around their house?

 My parents bought an 18th Century house in the Brookfields in 1975 and promptly destroyed it's best qualities, turning the most adorable farmer's bedroom into a walk in shower and carving up the wide floorboards by hiring a drunk to work on the house during the week. Then they began building walls to make more bedrooms upstairs and tearing down the back of the house to make a designer kitchen. 

to be continued