The Home on Lindsey Street

The Start at Lindsey Street

 It was a cold November day in 1941 when we left the rental house at the corner of Hampton and Lexington to walk through the lumber yard then across McCrea Street through an unpaved seldom used alley to 246 South Lindsey Street to see our new home. It had been built as a duplex with a porch and two doors on the front and a porch running across the back with three doors opening onto that porch.  One door each for the two units and then a door leading into the common bathroom. The house rested on concert pillows about three to four feet off of the ground.  You could stand in the front yard and look under the house all the way to the back yard I was only four at the time but I still remember my dad holding mother and telling her that it would be alright. While the house was not as nice as the one we were leaving this would be our house and we would make it into a real nice home.   We stood there in the cold November wind listening as my father dreamed aloud of all the plans he had for the house and how he would fix it up for mother and someday she would come to see that it was hers and it would look like her dreams as well as his.  For the next forty-five years dad kept that promise and the house at 246 South Lindsey became home to the Raley clan. It was from that house that I would walk to Whitehall Elementary School, Jackson Junior High, Jackson High, and even my first year at Union University. It was from that house that my three sisters would leave to build houses of their own and from that house that my mother would leave on Thursday night May 5, 1977 to enter her new house build for her by Jesus.

This Sunday we observe Mother’s Day, the house at 246 South Lindsey would never have become a home if it had not been for mother. Dad did a wonderful job with the structure, but mother made that wood, brick, and furniture into a home, a real home. I hope all mothers know how very special they are and how the place they dwell is never as important as the person they are; Lindsey Street was never the same after mother left, try as hard as we all did, it was just never the same, mothers you are so very special and we are so blessed to know you, never forget the power and glory of your part in the ‘Home’. Without you it would never be the same. Ivan

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