Friday, February 14, 2014

A Valentine for Inglewood Place

What a trip it was watching all the Facebook "look back" videos this past couple of weeks, reminiscing about all of life's events that we share online. Nostalgia seems to be taking up more and more space in my brain—did you see the Beatles tribute on TV? Amazing, right? As we age, there is inevitably lots to look back on.

Today the Rogers family is saying goodbye to a home where so many memories were made. We close on the sale of our old house in Appleton, and though we love the "dream home" in Neenah that we built two years ago, saying goodbye to Inglewood Place brings with it a flood of emotion.

"Inglewood Place" Artist: Nancy Newcomb, Lake Geneva, Wis.

It was the home where, in 2000, the MMD* and his two beautiful daughters moved, and it was where they were living when I met them in 2002. (His home decor and housekeeping skills remain part of the attraction.) Four years later, we celebrated our marriage with family and friends on the backyard deck, and that same space hosted high school graduation parties in 2008 and 2009. In between, countless gaggles of squealing girls ruled the house and the neighborhood and soon young men joined the chaos. Inglewood Place was where we spent summer holidays on lawn chairs with the neighbors, lighting fireworks, grilling hamburgers and hot dogs, and sitting around the fire pit drinking beer and swapping stories. (They truly are the best neighbors ever!) Inglewood Place was where we said goodbye to our beloved "Mac-the-Amazing-Wonder-Dog", it was Yogi's new home as a 10-week-old pup, and it was where the MMD loved me and was my rock through surgery, chemo and radiation.

Lately, I've cursed Inglewood Place more than a few times as we've battled the snow and ice, shovels in hand, with the sad realization that no one's living there.

For all of us, for Inglewood Place and our family, it's time to move on, time to look forward, time for a new family to meet those terrific neighbors, to plan their own parties and to begin making their own memories in a home that we still love.

I'm told it's just a building; wood, vinyl, cement, plaster, shingles. It doesn't have a heart or soul, and I'm not supposed to care about buildings. But I do.

*Shorthand for "Man of My Dreams"

Happy Valentine’s Day

Reminds me of a Beatles song ...

There are places I remember all my life
Though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain

All these places have their moments
Of lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living

In my life I loved them all

And with all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these mem'ries lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new

And I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I loved you more

And I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before,
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I loved you more
In my life I loved you more


  1. Thanks, Sheree. I think I teared up a little reading those lines. I contemplated calling you "WMD", but that has a completely different meaning!

  2. Wonderful post, Sheree. Toni and I know the day is coming when we will "downsize" from our spacious "Compound" - where so many family memories were made. I hope for you and your family that you retain the good memories of the "old" place, and make many more in your beautiful new home.

  3. Boy Sheree, you sure have a way with words. Ahhh, the memories...2000AD those rogers girls moved into the almost all-girl neighborhood. It just doesn't seem like it has been that long. Good times, lots of laughs...I'm smiling right now as I recollect a few "Huebner patio gathering" shared stories :) I don't want to say any names, but I'll say this...Spray tan :D Don't be strangers, and when you do come over for patio-chat, you are always welcome to use my can since you sold yours! Looking forward to meeting the new neighbors. Congrats on the sale! (The Pahnkes)

  4. Sheree .....OMG ! Beautifully written..... and I love the sentimental journey that you and Pete have taken . Homes are definitely more than construction materials, when they house your life and memories ! If I could ....I would give my Long Beach house
    a HUG today..... Thanks for sharing your story . Love ya......