In March 1937, we left Tremont for the last time. Pa wrote that we could move to the upper farm on Middle Creek. It would be nearer Fred’s job, and the boys could do some farming. The activities around Tremont were almost over. Soon, it would be dismantled and moved out as the park claimed the land.
So, for the fourth time, we traveled the narrow, crooked road into the hollow on Middle Creek. The house looked the same as it had the first time. The giant oak stood tall and serene by the roadside. I looked at it with envy—it never bowed in defeat no matter how rough the times. Drought, storms, ice and snow didn’t seem to touch it. Why I wondered. Then the answer came—roots.
Roots was the answer. It had stood in the same place and grown strong, sending roots deep into the earth, while we had moved all over the mountains, even back into North Carolina. In the ten years we’d been gone from this place, we had lived at Jakes’s Creek, Wildcat Flats, Stringtown, Mark’s Cove, Sam’s Creek, Pittman Center, and Tremont. Our roots were like those of a fragile flower that only lives one season before it is pulled up and cast aside.
—Dorie Woman of the Mountains by Florence Cope Bush
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Deep roots here too, until 12 years ago and 10 years ago. Since my dad and my mother have passed on I don’t feel so deeply rooted there – at home, in that area – anymore. And I have never felt a deep connection in this place where we have lived for the last 30 years, 27 of those in this house, in this area. It’s just the four of us now.
One of the most wonderful things about tree roots is how they communicate with each other underground. If a tree is lacking something, other trees will send it what it needs.
It’s much the same for us. I am living proof of that. I didn’t know anything about my roots, where I came from, who I belonged to. Not until, through one miracle after another, God & Grandpa brought me home. Grandpa was Technical Sergeant Lloyd G. Rhoads. Grandpa was K.I.A. on a chilly, rainy, Friday the 13th day of October 1944 in France while MawMaw was pregnant with my mother. When I was born, my only name was Rhoads. God led me, Grandpa guided me. All roads led home. It wasn’t until my 3rd decade that I started on my way. During my 4th decade I traveled that path home. Although, I have most of the missing puzzle pieces now, once in awhile they require rearranging.
I feel at home when I am able to dip my toes in Lake Erie. I long for my rock by my creek. But it’s when I visit the rolling hills of Appalachia or walk barefoot in the piedmont doing the best I can to plant my garden on ever so gently sloping, rolling hills or while I stand on the elevated spot on my path where I can see clearly in most directions that I truly am at home.
I finally understand why stuffing & pudding were always stuffin’, dressin’ or puddin’ to me.
I was once like a leaf blowing in the wind. Now I stand firmly rooted. Had I known, I was a daughter of The American Revolution, I may not have slept through 8th grade history class. Being descended from rebels, that is exactly what I did, however.
Every one of us has deep, powerful roots. Sometimes, we are planted in one place. Other times, it takes a long journey rooted in pain to get the miracles & finally come home.
Only after that final call home to be with Our Lord shall all the pieces of the puzzle turn into a beautiful tapestry.
Either way, if planted or strewn about, be grateful for those roots for they ground us, as they connect us.
Dorie is my favorite book you have read!!
I haven’t listened to your reading of this book, but it sounds like a book I would enjoy reading.
Having roots must be wonderful. My dad was a Baptist preacher so we moved all over Texas and a lot of California. Although we’ve lived on our little farm for a long time, California will never be home. My sister was fortunate to be able to move back to Tennessee where our dad was from and where we visited huckleberry grandma when we were children I don’t have that option of moving but got to visit her this last spring. She’s really happy there and I’m happy for her.
It’s a wonderful story. I would love to have the book. I have not been able to listen to all of it so I would love to read the whole thing .
I have finally settled into my true home on the top of a ridge overlooking Hampton Valley in Baywood, Virginia. I am an Appalachian transplant, who was raised in Tennessee. I love this land, its people, its music, its culture and its history. I fight to preserve and restore those things. Thank you for your blessed blog and wonderful videos.
I loved reading about Dorie………that must have been so very hard, all that moving around.
Dorie sounds like she loves home and the mountains and her roots are so important to her.
The names of all the places were great, I loved them.
I loved reading about Dorie………that must have been so very hard, all that moving around.
Dorie sounds like she loves home and the mountains and her roots are so important to her.
The names of all the places were great, I loved them.
I would like to read this book.
When I was 20 I couldn’t wait to get away from White Pine and did everything I could to get rid of my country accent. Now at 74 I long for those days of walking the riverbed and thrilling at the smoke on the mountains. I live in Florida with no hope of returning to my roots. My heart hurts every day that I live.
Hey Tipper and bunch. Prayers for you all. Moving reminds me of another chapter in a book. Vivid memories with every packing and unpacking of a box. When I grew up and left home everytime I moved I thought it would be my forever home. I always planted daffodils. Always. In one of the books you read, two girls were running home and they cut through an old home place. One of them said… When the people are gone the daffodils will remember. Was it Dori or another young girl growing up in Appalachia? I go back to my Grand-mommie’s place every spring. Her old timey double daffodils she planted well over 100 yrs ago are still there. I dig some up and take them home with me. I share them too. Thank you Tipper for sharing and saving memories and history. You are like the daffodils. Because of you and your work, they will remember.
Sandra-I don’t think it was Dorie but I can’t seem to think of which book it was 🙂 Seems like it is in one of Lee Smith’s books, but I haven’t read any of them on the channel.
Enjoyed!
This was my favorite that you have read to us!
Thank you so much for reading Dorie Woman of the Mountains. Didn’t want it to end. My favorite so far.
Here’s something to think about. That big oak tree, so firmly rooted, is destined to live and die in that one spot. Now think of the little yellow bell. It is firmly rooted too but cut a twig, wrap it in a damp towel, carry it hundreds of miles and stick it in the ground. It will take root and there you have another yellow bell! But no, it’s not a another plant! It’s the same plant! Try that with an oak tree!
Some would say, “Just take an acorn from the oak, plant it and soon you will have another mighty oak!” Well yes, you’ll have another oak, but the yellow bell isn’t another. It’s the same plant. No matter how many times you take cuttings from cuttings, they will still be the same plant. Take them to the other side of the world, put them in foreign soil and let them take root, they are still the same plant. Is that not more amazing than the mighty oak tree out there on the hill?
There might be something profound in what I just wrote. If so, it was surely an accident! Profundity is not my strong suit.
I love anything about the mountains. Makes me feel right at home. I love Dorie. I’d love to read this book. Hope Granny is doing better. God bless her.
I was born and raised in New Mexico, but my parents and all of our family were Texans. My husband and I now live in the area of Texas where many of our ancestors lived and died and I feel more at home here than I ever did in my birth state. The roots of my family are here and they are deep. I would love to have a copy of Dorie Woman of the Mountains.
What a wonderful story and life Dorie had! Thank you for the readings! I would love to own this book! Much love and hugs to you all!
Personally, I think deep roots are a bit of a curse. Suppose your ancestors had held to being rooted in one place; where would you be today? England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales, Germany, France, Austria, Hungary, Yugoslavia (does that still exist) . . .
I’m glad that John Hutchins of Wood Burcote, England, pulled up stakes and sailed to the colonies in 1630.
The older I get the more important roots and family are to me.
Love that the house has roots – giving strength to the family that dwells there.
A 10th grade weekend trip to Tremont in the early 70s has not been forgotten. The beauty there still stands strong in my memories.
Prayers for Granny.
I really enjoyed your reading of Dorie Woman of the Mountains.
My roots are pretty deep in these mountains. I’ve lived on flatter land a time or 2 but didn’t care for it. I think at this point I’ve lived in just about every town and community in Haywood county. My roots are stretched out allover this place! Alot of people can be IN the mountains, but it’s something different to be OF the mountains.
Being a military family, We moved quite a few times since we married, just short of 57 years. Even living overseas. But my home always was referred to as Missouri. The midwest has similar areas without the tall mountains. We have the Ozarks. My grandparents and parents had started out country folk, in Arkansas and outstate Mo, but in later life became city folk. Often I would find myself longing to be “home” but now have it is the Deep South. The past 20 years this area claims us for our home. We love Mississippi. As the old saying goes “Home is where the heart is.” God Bless your homes and families, wherever they be.
“Roots was the answer.” Thank you, Tipper, for those thought-provoking post.
Yes, roots anchor us. Roots hold us fast during the storms and sustain us during the droughts of life.
Roots form in different ways. They form by time spent in a physical place. They form by investing in the lives of others. And they form by trusting in God.
I have lived in many, many places. And from the noisy layer cake living of big cities to the comforting solitude of no neighbors for miles, the one constant has been roots. Roots. What lovely things they are.
P.S. How is Granny today?
Great writing! I could sense Dorie’s pain.
I too have moved many times- have lived in 10 dwellings that I know of. The only roots I have are the roots of faith in Christ, but they are the most valuable. 🙂 I’m so blessed to have Christian parents!
reminds me of love….the blooms may fade, but the roots run deep and can withstand any storm
Beautiful , wise words ! Thank you for sharing them ! ❤️
I live about five miles away from where I grew up. My husband bought our little piece of land a couple months before we were married and we have lived here ever since—almost 43 years. We bought a small, very old trailer at first— fixed it up a little, and saved for five years. He worked hard to clear the land which was full of trees and briars. Then he built our home beside it, and sold the trailer when it was completed. He worked every morning on the house, and went to work on afternoon shift in the coal mines each day. It would be so hard to ever leave our home that was built by his hands and where we raised our children—too many memories and roots!
I could so relate to the story about the old oak tree. It brought back so many memories of the old oak tree that stood at the edge of our property as I was growing up. My brother and I spent endless hours swinging in an old tire swing attached to one of the branches. I watched my mother as she’d build a fire under an old iron washpot and wash and scrub our clothes on an old scrub board beneath that tree. It was often where we’d take baths in a big washtub heated by the sun in the summer. In the fall my brother and I delighted in playing in the falling leaves beneath the tree, and on a windy day, he’d jump up and down and say “It’s yaining; it’s yaining!” (raining). Both my mother and my brother are gone now, but what wonderful memories of my childhood from that old oak tree.
When daddy was in the Navy, he and mama had to move a few times, but he came back home to Johnston County, NC where he and mama were raised and he went back to what he knew and loved the most, farming. Many years ago, our homeplace was destroyed by fire but a huge oak tree that was near the side of the house got scorched pretty bad and I was so afraid it wouldn’t live but it made it and still to this day if I ride by there, the old oak tree stands tall and proud. Roots run deep for so many of us in one way or another.
That was a good book.
Honestly, some of the best books I’ve ever read have been those about the Appalachian area before “the park”. I get so involved in the culture and way of life. Moving out when the park was formed has got to be one of the saddest things. My dream was to visit Great Smoky Mountain National Park and finally got to 10 years ago. I’m hoping to explore it again.
My wife and I live in the home I grew up in located in northeast TN. My life here was interrupted by a fifteen year stint in northern CA where I met my wife PJ to whom I have been married over 39 years now.
My brother and two sisters still live on the farm where we were raised – two of them in different houses. Me and the baby sister moved away. I’m in my tenth city/town/township and seventeenth house/apartment Many moves were made for school and different ministry locations. The longest other than where I was raised was 14 years. Some of the short ones were temporary while we waited for the loan to close. The last one was because the area was getting too crowded. My wife has been talking recently about the next move. I told her she was beginning to sound like my ex-wife. She asked, “What do you mean ex-wife? I’m your first wife”. I said, “If you keep talking like that you may become my ex.”
I’m enjoying Dorie’s stories & appreciate you sharing them on your wonderful blog. My roots run deep here in NW Georgia in the foothills of the Appalachians. My ancestors settled here in the 1830’s. My grandparents’ farm where Daddy lived from age seven until he was drafted in the Korean War, is across the creek from me. When my parents married, they moved to Atlanta where Daddy worked for the railroad. I grew up in Atlanta and later Cobb County. My husband and I married in 1981 and lived near Atlanta where we both worked. In 1987, we answered an ad in the newspaper for a large three year-old house on two acres just outside the metro area. We signed a contract for the house with a total of 35 acres and moved to the country three months later. I knew my grandparents’ farm, my childhood retreat, was across the creek, but I did not know Daddy’s birthplace was at the bottom of the steep ridge our new home set atop. My grandparents settled there as newlyweds, along with my grandfather’s brother, married to my grandmother’s sister. The couples had sons just three months apart, raised as twins. The brothers eventually bought their mother’s family’s farm, just down the creek, at tax auction. The Farm was a paradise for me, my brother and our cousins, all city kids. Our grandparents lived a very Appalachian lifestyle in a four room clapboard farm house, an out house, smoke house, potato house, barn, car shed, black smith shop, honey bees, hogs, cattle, traditional crops, and a crank telephone on the wall that only called across the creek to the brother/sister! I drove by the house just yesterday. It is now owned by the county. My husband of 42 years and I still reside in our house on the 35 acres, surrounded by a hardwood forest. Our six grandchildren are the fifth generation to roam these hills that their great-great grandfather roamed. Just beyond our boundaries is a huge residential development. Three schools are within walking distance. The city has come to the country. Thank God I’m a country girl. Thank God for the blessing of deep roots. Call me thankful! Happy Thanksgiving to all! Vicki Davis, NW Georgia
We moved several times when we first got married. We also tried several different jobs. After a while we learned that we were expecting our first baby, thus began strong roots that have held for over 55 years of marriage. God has shown us that we are the vines and He is the Branch. We could not have survived without Him.
What a ‘catch your interest’ little blurb from Dorie Woman of the Mountains and it reminded me of my younger years as a single mama and all the moves my 3 children and I did. I never thought of it in these terms of having shallow roots but it sure fits.
Good morning, All. I feel Dorie gives a great comparison between her family’s fragile roots and those of the mighty oak tree. I’ve moved many times and sometimes felt as if my roots were as fragile as a flower’s. Now I live back where I was born and what a great feeling to have set down some strong roots here in the homeplace. God bless All of you and prayers for Granny and all our “neighbors” here as we “talk across the fence.”
Don’tcha love memories. I decided to make a new album several years ago and decided to get rid of the ones that you can’t tell who that person is. When I was done I still have about 10 lbs of pictures left to journal. Love the journaling. God Bless you all…praying for Granny
When I was growing up we moved a lot to, sometimes every year and others 5-6 years, we share cropped until 1965.
When I was growing up we moved a lot to, sometimes every year and others 5-6 years, we share cropped until 1965. This may be the reason I love living in the same house for the last 45 years with my beautiful wife Harriett.
Morning, Tipper! Yet another good sounding book to my collection!! I hope Granny is doing well and enjoying her family loving on her! God’s blessings on you all!
I kinda think those who have had deep roots then got uprooted are very slow to recover. Some never do. For those who have transplanted trees, they have seen that. It takes awhile for them to flourish again. The bigger and/or older they are, the slower the transition tends to be. I once had a job subject to moving. Most of my co-workers who had lived it advised to not move your children after the reached high school age. We didn’t but now they’re each about 900 miles away anyhow. Nobody, as best I recall, advised me or us about any downside to moving. But I never talked about it with our two either.
I love the lines about the oak tree and its strong roots! The fact that this particular event took place in March of 1937 reminded me of some of my roots. My maternal grandparents were married in April of 1937. Of course, they have both passed away now and I miss them every day!
Tipper, I loved listening to you read this book. I work in a high-stress office environment and your reading very much helps drown out the constant chaos around me. I enjoy all your videos (and those of your daughters) for the same reason, although all the ones that aren’t you reading I have to go back and watch at home to see all the beauty of your mountain life.
I’ve moved a lot in my life. I’ve never seemed to be able to put ‘roots’ (either personal or physical) down.
I enjoyed listening to you reading to us about Dorie !
Every time you share excerpts from Dorie’s book, I know I want to read the entire book. Maybe this time?
I listened for a couple days to you reading Dorie, I loved it and would be So thrilled to have a copy. I enjoyed your video last night, so much. God bless you and yours❤❤
I have always wondered what it felt like to move around a lot. I’m sure it has its advantages, but honestly I’m glad I have always lived in the same place!
I enjoy reading all books that take place in the Smokies. sure hope you get to ho sledding this winter.
The perfect story of a mountain life. I will always love this book thank you for sharing it with us! ❤️
I just love your readings.
The stories are amazing and helps me go back to my Grannies house.
My friend Emma Sue (you signed a copy of your cookbook for me) is still cancer free. Just wanted you to know prayers work.
I enjoyed listening to you read the Dorie story a while back. I would love to have my own copy!
I know just how she feels. When my husband was in the navy we moved so many times we couldn’t remember where we had been. I was never so glad to get back home.
This is a book I would like to read sometime, I enjoyed the story from it in your post this morning.
Good morning Tipper God bless you and Granny
I am thankful that I haven’t never left the life style I was raised in. I am thankful for the things I have that makes life easier for us then our ancestors had , God bless you and your family.
I love that my life is rooted in the space where my family has lived since the early 1800’s. By the way, I loved your girl’s musicial offering on last night’s video. They are so lovely together.
As I have said many times, Dorie is one of my all time favorite characters. When I’m in Sevier County, Cades Cove or even Knoxville, I think about what her life was like moving from place to place.
No matter how many roads one travels, there’s “roots” somewhere. Mine is Lake City, Tennessee.
Blessings to all.
So true some of us are like a seasonal plant being move every few years. My dad was in the Air Force so I know what she means. Havre been very lucky raise our 3 boys on my husbands home place.
Hope granny is doing ok as all of you.
Have a wonderful day.
It’s ironic that these mountains have now been “discovered” by rich folk who are busy pulling up a lot of roots: floral, fauna and human.
l love the life and tales of Appalachian famalies.
loved this book!
I love the simplicity of the life here in Appalachia. I think we have a tendency to make things complicated when in fact it’s not just like the simple root of a tree.
Your posting this morning was good for me to read . As I have told you, I operate a food ministry in the county where I live in Florida. Yesterday we lost one of our major funding resources . The post today reminded me that we are rooted in the Lord. He will and always provide for us. There are other sources. He is the master provider. His roots run deep! Thank you
I have listened to most of your stories, I went back from your very first book reading, and up to the current one, I have added all of them to my favorites list, so I can go back and listen to them over again, plus the ones that I have missed. It would be so very nice to sit and listen to you read from your books while watching the first snow falling down, if we get one soon. I love to listen to you read from your books, so very interesting. Keeping Granny in my prayers. May God bless the Wilson and Pressley families.
I love reading about people’s memories of long ago. They are so inspiring and lessons we can learn from.
When we were younger, I used to wish my husband was in the regular Army instead of the National Guard so that we could move every few years. I have lived in the same city as far back as I can remember, having moved to Chattanooga before I was 3. I liked the idea of living different places, of living in a community (on posts) where I families would at least have the military in common. But my husband’s family had moved a great deal throughout his life- all the way from Mount Shasta, CA to Higdon, Alabama and eventually to Chattanooga. He knew Army life wasn’t for him and after more than 40 years together, I agree that it wouldn’t have suited me, either. I might like the idea, but reality would have been different. So I am content with the life we’re living and thankful for the roots we’ve grown.
My roots were 42 years in California and then the love of my life took me to Tennessee, here, now 29 years, and feeling more at home here than anywhere else on this beautiful earth!
I loved your reading of that book. When I started reading this post, I thought it sounded like Dorie. By the way, I love this collection of pictures at the top. The placement and content is perfect. Continuing prayers for you all.♥️
I love these old stories and reminisce about things I never did and places I never lived.
I envy those with deep roots. I think that way of life (everywhere) is becoming harder and harder to experience or find. People seem more transient, apt to pick up and move.
I have a “mixed” heritage. I was born in the South, live in the South, but that authentic, quintessential southern upbringing didn’t quite happen. Mom, (bless her heart ) was born in Maine. She never could QUITE get the hang of southern cooking. My aunt, (my dad’s sister – dad was from NC) got her saying “I swannee,” and that was about as southern as she got.
I’d love to read the book!
I have lived two places, my parents home and then to a newly purchased farm when I married fifty years ago, November 30th. Good life. I have been wanting to read this book.
It sounds like a book I would enjoy reading. Thanks for sharing.
I enjoyed last night’s video the garden is about to rest and for having been ignored at the beginning by the unexpected quick passing of Miss Cindy which was so unfortunate but also fortunate to have the opportunity of time spent with family as you all and she had just making me reflect on this passed season of life made me remember how blessed we are getting back to the garden it may have not produced abundantly as in the passed but I sure enjoyed watching it grow and you all can and preserve food thank you for all your time spent taping editing and sharing these videos God bless you and keep you and your family
As is was reading this post it reminded me of the stories mine & Robbie Lynn’s grandparents use to tell us about how often they use to move around the county as they were sharecroppers for the local farmers.
As a preacher, it also gives me some great thoughts & nuggets for future sermons.
Thanks for sharing these Thankful November posts.
My Daddy’s parents were sharecroppers when he a young boy, he only had an 8th grade education, he left school to help his Daddy farm. They were often moving from one place to another. I have heard it said that a sharecropper often moved every time the rent came due.
I plan to listen to your reading of this book. Sounds interesting.
I too have moved quite a bit thru the years. I’m currently settled about a 3 hour drive from where I was raised. I think of this as my home and my roots are here They might be shallower than most, but it’s still home to me.
Momma and Daddy left Ky for work in the north. They met after they both moved here. We have lived in the same area all my life and us kids didn’t move far from our parents. Roots run deep like that old oak. I always wondered how people move far off. I don’t know how Momma and Daddy left their home in KY. They always longed to go back.
My favorite of all time! I’ve never really enjoyed being read to, but from the time you read Dorie I was hooked. Since my brother and sister in law moved to the area in the last few years I would love to re-read this wonderful book again since the places mentioned are now familiar to me. Thank you Tipper for all you do and I start my morning out with you and your family first thing every day. God bless all of you.
Interesting post for sure with Dorie comparing the strong roots of the oak tree with those of a “fragile flower that only lives one season.” This was a great book to read. I like reading that keeps its characters down to earth and true to real life. It reminds me also of why I never have planted pine trees close to my house. I decided this after I once observed numerous pine trees downed after an ice storm. Their exposed shallow roots offered a lesson to anyone willing to learn from nature. I have continually watched with enthusiasm the popularity of your blog and YouTube channel’s growth. A blessing from God and a lot of very hard work involved! I apparently have great taste, because I am not alone in my love for down to earth and real. This November, I would like to thank Tipper for such a welcome change from the constant barrage of daily bad news.
I appreciate deep roots, it’s what keeps us stable in an unstable world.
That was a great story when you read it and this portion of the book is perfect in so many ways it would take a long time for me to explain the reasons why. I loved hearing you read Dorie Woman of the Mountains. It was a great and interesting book.
This story is so fascinating. I loved hearing you read it.
I love this and I’m a big reader anyway ! I was born a raised in Tennessee and I still call it my heart home and I believe it I would really enjoy reading this book . I am familiar with a lot of these places she mention in the part you posted. I hope you and all your family are doing well.
Sounds like a very interesting book.
Sounds like a lovely story. I plan on listening to your audios on all the books you have read to us on YouTube after I have watched the majority of your videos. I am a relative newcomer to your channel and blog so I have some catching up to do!
I loved listening to you read Dorie’s book, Tipper. I would love to have it on my shelf to read again, and again. Don’t you think that you can read a favorite book many times, and each time, because of whatever challenges and joys you have experienced since you last read it, you experience that same story differently? Love, peace and joy to you today! ❤️
Though my parents remained their whole lives in the town where they were born, only half of their children did the same. I have lived in three states and chose another besides the place of my birth to permanently reside, choosing to live rural vs. urban, in a cooler climate, and to live without the consequences of large populations. Reading this post, it dawns on me that sometimes one chooses and grows new roots–transplanted so to speak.
I really like the photo collage on your blog page…!!! I look forward to your post every morning and read and enjoy it while I am having my first cup of coffee. God bless you for providing us with clean and meaningful entertainment. I also enjoy your YouTube channel.
For me and a lot of my neighbors, the distance we moved from the home we were raised in could be measured in feet, not miles. I have lived all of my adult life on the site of my grandparents home. Several generations of my family and my neighbors families have all lived on the same property and I know at least one more generation (my son) will live on my family’s property. I never felt the need to move away chasing money or a career. I had everything I needed right here. Staying here allowed me to enjoy the most important things to me in my life- God, family, and lifelong friends. I think you could say the roots run deep around here for many of us.
Dorie sounds like me, a sentimental soul. Those of us who have a deep connection to the Appalachian area are a breed unto ourselves..thankful for my heritage
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I watched your videos where you read this book but I would love to actually read it. Such a great story.
I loved the beginning of the story.
I imagine it’s a wonderful book.
Blessings to all
I loved listening to you read this. Her story was so fascinating
We moved a lot when I was growing up, but since I married I’ve been blessed to have lived in the same house for 30 years and counting!!