Memories of a Cherry Red Sink and a Cozy Ranch

Gone but not forgotten

I'm sitting here scripting a solo podcast episode about how the all-white kitchen trend is shifting and evolving. And I remembered in grade school my mom had this super cute cherry red sink installed in the kitchen of our house in Prairie Village, Kansas at 7168 Cherokee. I decided to google the house to maybe find some inside shots of the kitchen.

Someone tore down my old house and put up some new bigger suburban thing that doesn't really fit?!? It was the cutest ranch. My mom had it sandblasted to look New England'esque. That was my bedroom window on the left. The backyard was beautifully terraced and I would dig for hours looking for arrowheads.

I can't help but feel a pang of sadness seeing it gone. That little ranch was the coziest place, filled with memories of my mom's beautiful decorating flair and all her efforts to make it uniquely ours. The cherry red sink was just one example of how she infused personality into every corner. Seeing the new house is such a jarring reminder of how fleeting these tangible connections to our past can be. It makes me even more grateful for the antiques and heirlooms I’ve managed to hold onto. I guess it's true—home isn't just a place; it’s the memories that stay with us long after the walls are gone. I’m going to need a minute.