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The Story of The Pink House.
Jun. 18th, 2004 01:32 amWe went to the Stoney Creek church today and it brought back many memories. I related the story of the Pink House to Katie and Jen and I figured I might as well tell it again here, because it amuses me so.
When the LDS chapel opened in Stoney Creek, we had an open house for the community. Open houses let people tour the buildings and give people a simple understanding of our beliefs (there is so much BS out there it isn't funny). To promote the open house, members of the ward delivered flyers to the houses in the area around the new building.
This was during the fall of 1995. At the time, I had just turned 12 and my friend Lisa was 11. My dad asked us if we wanted to help hand out these flyers and for some reason, we thought that it would be cool. This was before the three of us got jobs slugging newspapers, mind you.
So we got up early on a Saturday morning and my dad drove us out to the building. I don't remember everyone who was there, but I seem to recall my father's friend Richards and... maybe the Sheperd father? It's been too long. Each group of people was given a different area to deliver the flyers. Lisa, dad and I got the houses inbetween the chapel and the Niagara Escarpment.
This was a very nice little community, as are most that hug the bottom of the escarpment. It was also very well to do, as most of the houses were large and spiffy looking. Coming from a rough, inner city community, this was a cool place to us!
At the end of the morning, we had almost finished handing out the flyers. The most unusual thing we had seen all day was a dead pig hanging in a guy's garage. But nothing could prepare us for what we found next...
Scratch that. Nothing could prepare ME for what I found next. The others didn't think highly of it.
What I found was the Pink House.
The Pink House was a large house... which was also pink. Go figure. It was two stories high, plus an attic, but from the looks of it, the house had very high ceilings, making the building seem a lot taller than the other building around it. Across most of the front, left side and back of the house was a short, but wide porch. Even though it was very large and spaceous, as far as I could see the porch was empty. Not a single thing on it, giving it almost a sense of mystery to a 12 year old.
The trim on the house was a bright blue and more than anything, it's that colour scheme that I remember the most. Hot pink and bright blue. A scheme that shouldn't work, but did for this house. It stood out from the brown and tan homes beside it.
It was pretty surreal and sometimes I wonder if I just dreamed that house into existence. A tall home of hot pink and bright blue with a porch a mile long against a gray fall morning. And I still remember it after almost 9 years. Yep, that be pretty f'ing strange. I've never seen the house again and I don't think I want to. It's probably been repainted.
And that be the story of the Pink House.
When the LDS chapel opened in Stoney Creek, we had an open house for the community. Open houses let people tour the buildings and give people a simple understanding of our beliefs (there is so much BS out there it isn't funny). To promote the open house, members of the ward delivered flyers to the houses in the area around the new building.
This was during the fall of 1995. At the time, I had just turned 12 and my friend Lisa was 11. My dad asked us if we wanted to help hand out these flyers and for some reason, we thought that it would be cool. This was before the three of us got jobs slugging newspapers, mind you.
So we got up early on a Saturday morning and my dad drove us out to the building. I don't remember everyone who was there, but I seem to recall my father's friend Richards and... maybe the Sheperd father? It's been too long. Each group of people was given a different area to deliver the flyers. Lisa, dad and I got the houses inbetween the chapel and the Niagara Escarpment.
This was a very nice little community, as are most that hug the bottom of the escarpment. It was also very well to do, as most of the houses were large and spiffy looking. Coming from a rough, inner city community, this was a cool place to us!
At the end of the morning, we had almost finished handing out the flyers. The most unusual thing we had seen all day was a dead pig hanging in a guy's garage. But nothing could prepare us for what we found next...
Scratch that. Nothing could prepare ME for what I found next. The others didn't think highly of it.
What I found was the Pink House.
The Pink House was a large house... which was also pink. Go figure. It was two stories high, plus an attic, but from the looks of it, the house had very high ceilings, making the building seem a lot taller than the other building around it. Across most of the front, left side and back of the house was a short, but wide porch. Even though it was very large and spaceous, as far as I could see the porch was empty. Not a single thing on it, giving it almost a sense of mystery to a 12 year old.
The trim on the house was a bright blue and more than anything, it's that colour scheme that I remember the most. Hot pink and bright blue. A scheme that shouldn't work, but did for this house. It stood out from the brown and tan homes beside it.
It was pretty surreal and sometimes I wonder if I just dreamed that house into existence. A tall home of hot pink and bright blue with a porch a mile long against a gray fall morning. And I still remember it after almost 9 years. Yep, that be pretty f'ing strange. I've never seen the house again and I don't think I want to. It's probably been repainted.
And that be the story of the Pink House.
