That is one of the newest songs on the country radio charts. Miranda Lambert sings of her search for meaning, by going back to the home she grew up in. She wanders through the house, recalling all the simpler times as a child, the lessons she learned and how it formed her as an adult.

Those connections to the past are priceless.  I too remember the home I grew up in, Windsor Connecticut.  The house was actually built by my father.  I had 2 brothers and two sisters.  We had 9 acres of land, it was a ranch with a full basement and walk-out two car garage.  Pale-blue hardy plank shake siding and a root cellar under the front porch for canned goods.  Dad was organic before it was cool and we had a 2 acre garden.  We canned and froze all from the garden and ate from that all winter-long.  We too had family pets buried in the yard, and when he installed an in-ground pool, we all pressed our hands in the wet concrete.  It holds bitter-sweet memories for me too!  After many years, my parents divorced and my father died.  I don’t have a good picture of it, need to get one for myself!

Where did you grow up?  Is it the house that built you?  Click on the picture to see the video, its very moving!

Brenda Priest
Your Door & More

The House That Built Me

I know they say you can’t go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam
But these handprints on the front steps are mine

Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
I bet you didn’t know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself

If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself

If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself

If I could walk around I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

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