Floyd Road

Roaches were everywhere. My usual meal, a bowl of corn flakes was typically full of roach carcasses, as was most everything in our cabinets.... dead roaches, live roaches and roach droppings on everything. We knew where to not stand on the kitchen floor because there was a hole that went through to the basement. I could always sneak in my grandmother's cabinet and find fruity flavored tums that I could devour before anyone knew, as well as her bag of makeup. It was grown up makeup and I loved it! The kitchen was my grandparents room. That is where they stayed. Sitting at the kitchen table, watching the news on a tiny black and white tv that sat on the counter top.

We had to be careful not to kink the tubes of my grandma's oxygen lines that ran throughout the house. We also had to remember to scream at her anytime she would light a cigarette with the machine hooked to her face. That would have been a bad situation, and as much as she smoked like a haystack, I'm quite surprised we never had an explosion. Every morning we would wake up, open up the windows and hang our heads out them trying to breathe fresh air. I'm fairly certain that I have some degree of lung damage from the second hand smoke I was exposed to growing up.

Somehow after my Aunt died in a tragic car wreck, I inherited her room. I was the oldest and I had my own room. My brothers and sister had to sleep wherever they could. At various times, we had a set of bunkbeds in the living room, a pull out couch, or simply a pallet of the floor. Looking back, I wish I had shared that room with my sister.

My grandparent's room was big and had a king size bed. The floor was wooden and one wall was covered in mirrored tiles. I used to love to skate around their floor and watch myself in the mirror. I remember being told growing up that it was a dance studio. I bet they lied to me though. This is also the room I hid in and kissed a pillow, pretending it was Bon Jovi. My grandparent's had a drawer full of 8 track tapes. This is also where the possessed Teddy Ruxpin spoke without batteries and where I was sleeping when I heard my family crying as the sheriff told my grandparent's that their daughter had fallen asleep in her car, just down the street from our house. She hit a tree. The car went up in flames. She never got out.

Our bathroom floor was just a few sheets of plywood nailed down. From time to time my grandfather had to replace the plywood because it was start rotting around the toilet and tub. It wasn't too assuring to rock back and forth as you sat on the toilet, afraid that the rotten floor was going to give way. This is also the room where my sister knocked me in the head with a pair of pliers because our tub faucet didn't have handles. I bleed all in the tub. This was just one of the times my sister knocked me in the head, resulting in a blood bath. My dresser was in the bathroom. I remember having to carefully scoot my clothes around the drawers until I found what I needed. There were always used needles stuck under my clothes in the dresser.

There was never any grass in the yard, just a bunch of dirt- Georgia clay as my grandfather would call it. If he was ever outside, he'd be sitting under the tree in the side yard. This was a great place to corner him and ask for money to walk to the drug store down the road. I learned how to drive a car in this yard too. There were woods behind our house. They were magical woods, always full of adventure. I also had my first kiss in these woods. Good thing no one ever told my mom that!

The screen front door hardly ever had a screen, at least not one that was completely attached. We did have a swing on the front porch, though I was usually too embarrassed to sit outside where people from school might see me at that house. There was green mold all over the siding and black grease stains all down the side of the house from the kitchen window. We even had a shed in the back yard, actually we lived in that shed with our mom at one point. Unfortunately, my brothers set it on fire, as well as my mom's bedroom. It's amazing that's the worst that they ever did!

This house holds so many memories. Not good ones for the most part. I haven't seen it in years. I hear it is boarded up and the land has been for sale for quite some time. Tomorrow, I head that way, hoping I am brave enough to enter.