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Your home vs. your childhood home?

Tom Flanagan
5 years ago

The homes we grow up in will always hold a special place in our minds but having your own home can be equally special!

So, is there one you prefer? How do they compare, are they similar or totally different? We'd love to hear your thoughts - photos encouraged!

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    Ivy Ngeow Architecture & Interior Design
    5 years ago

    This is a fantastic question and a great opening to the idea of where do ideas come from? I grew up in Malaysia in the 1970s in a 2000 sf British-built colonial tropical house dating from 1949 but extended three times forty years ago. It was huge, sprawling and the garden itself was 5000 sf. It is very ramshackle, overflowing with clutter and machinery, and family heirloom stuff.

    My mother was prone to hoarding as she was born during WWII and was very, very poor. She had a first pair of shoes when she was aged ten. Because both my parents grew up in poverty, this house was finally a sign that they had arrived, were comfortable. Therefore, no money was ever put into it except for the three renovations which were patchwork and in cost-saving 1970s style, to provide better accommodation as my grandmother and maiden aunt moved in with us after my grandfather died.

    We were happy and our family was extended and large by modern standards. There was no need, or use, for functionality of design. The idea of design or interior design was alien. We had a big room with floor to ceiling bookcases and to spend time we played the piano and read. I read every book there was in the house, and this led to me being a writer. The house was run down, with no hot water, no air conditioning, one power point and light fixture per room but now I realise it is the massive garden with tropical fruits, extensive orchid collection and mature trees that is the pride and joy of my parents. They are now in their elderly years and still live there, even though we have all moved out. Most rooms are now shut off and full of my mother's clutter.

    I became a designer because I have a strong 3D urge to make and break spaces and make them again. My designs have a strong tropical or colonial feel. Rooms which are all white, grey and beige drive me nuts. I also really focus on the garden when I work out layouts. I love simple shapes, strong colours, high ceilings, patterned tiles, very big plants etc... but I never gave it a thought that my higgledy piggledy upbringing in a sunnier time and clime have had this major influence.

    Design has taught me the importance of kindness and frugality. Overdesign and overspecification are as ugly as sin. After all we are only here on earth for a few decades of adulthood if we are fortunate. We need to make the best of what we have and enjoy the simple goodness in our lifetime.

    Comments (21)

    • Trisha Goodwin
      5 years ago

      The house I grew up in was a new council house in a village from 1955 onwards, until I left home at 18. My parents were not especially happy together (my middle class mother always spoke of her mistake in "marrying down"). I was quite happy to leave and have no found memories of the place, in fact I still have nightmares about it. Since I married, I have tried to make our various houses "homely" and caring, homes rather than just buildings for those very reasons. My mother decor was cold and austere and usually chilly blue tones, which my father hated, he came from a big working class family and craved warmth - in many forms. I visited my parents about once or twice a year since leaving home (we deliberately moved a long way away) and it was all I could do to stop myself from bolting out the door and running away each time, such bad memories and vibes in the place. I don't believe I can be the only person to feel like this about my childhood home.

    • headers13
      5 years ago

      My parents lived in an old large Victorian house then by father designed a new modern home which we moved into when I was about four in the mid 60's. My mum loves bright colours; pink, yellow, orange etc. My friends all say they remember our house as very modern & looking fantastic compared to theirs which were very old fashioned. I prefer period properties so my house is Victorian with very pale grey/darker grey/white colour scheme. I absolutely hate bright colours so I am the opposite to my mum's style.

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      I thought I would miss my childhood home when my parents finally moved out but now i hardly ever think of it. Once they had I moved I realised that 'home' and the feel of it had moved with them so the home is them, not the bricks and mortar.
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    • kazza_hayward
      5 years ago

      Ours was a mock-Tudor house filled with my parents' clutter/ornaments/'antiques' and the rest was ultra-modern (for the time) 70s style - green and orange formica kitchen, turquoise and cork-tiled cloakroom and champagne-coloured (beige!) suite in my parents' en suite with gold taps. In fact everything we cringe at now (although we did actually have plain, not patterned, carpets, albeit dark red!). My home now is a 50s house, so not stylish from the outside, but big rooms with lots of light (unlike our family home) and, as someone said above, it's my sanctuary. It's filled with my take on pared-down shabby chic with a few old pieces of furniture and no antiques, throws and cushions, soft lighting and nothing that will really date too much hopefully. I like cosy but not clutter, having been brought up in clutter!

    • Áine Ní Aileacháin
      5 years ago

      We lived in a 3 bed semi until I was 11. Half of it faced due north, so there was a room we never ever used. Then we moved to a 4 bed, which we needed, as there were 6 kids.

      I absolutely loved the second house. It didn't face any direction fully, so it got sun in most rooms at some stage. It was on a turning circle in a cul de sac, so it looked really small from the front, but had an irregularly shaped extension at the side that was completely soundproof.( My brothers could play their music really loudly and noone ever complained).

      This opened out into a huge garden, which my mother made absolutely beautiful. My parents built two patios in it together and my mother built her own flower bed, using dry stone walling techniques.

      My parents had lots of midcentury furniture, some of which was made by my father from a book on Swedish design. You could buy the orange sofa he made now!

      There was a little gazebo in the garden which turned out to be a monk's cell, the last part of the abbey that had been there. A tree in our garden was pruned by a man who happened to have come there as an apprentice tree surgeon, and he was able to tell us that it had had a bench all the way around the inside. It fell down during Hurricane Charlie, as the front wall was leaning, but my father rebuilt it over the course of 9 years.

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    • louisecampbell09
      4 years ago
      my parents moved into a 1949 3 bed semi in 1975 when I was 18 months...in 1998 my dad suddenly died in the living room and a year later my mum announced she was selling...I was so sad as this was my happy family home and couldn't stand the thought of never living here....so I bought it with my husband!!! we were stretched on the mortgage but 16 years later no regrets and family members say that dad would be so pleased because he adored this house ☺
    • jamiethepony
      4 years ago
      I feel lucky to have grown up in a large house complete with tennis court and swimming pool. it backed on to woods and I spent many happy hours walking and riding there.
      to my dad his home was his castle, he grew up in Pakistan which was a totally different kettle of fish. him and mum did the upkeep of the house and garden themselves and this has definitely rubbed off on me.

      although I loved the house, when they came to sell it I wasn't so emotionally attached, unlike my parents!
      the new owners have drastically changed the exterior and interior which seems bonkers to me.

      I now live in a Victorian house with a smallish garden and lots of character. I still live near woodland and this does remind me of my younger days.
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