The Bedroom Chest on Main Street

Since downsizing to a smaller space I often remember how we lived in a small space growing up. Our house was small but full of life and love! We only had 3 bedrooms, Mom and Dad's and 2 bedrooms upstairs. I am so thankful for this small space growing up because we got to spend so much time together and it was so special. The house lacked a lot of storage space built on a concrete slab and a 1 car attached garage.

 I remember there was a chest in Mom and Dad's bedroom, the top drawer had a pad lock on it. This drawer Dad kept his police gun, EVERYTIME he came home he dismantled his gun and placed it in the drawer and locked it. The next drawer was Mom's, the next drawer was Marty's and the bottom drawer Marilyn and I shared.