Ever since Dallen was 3 years old the Proctor family has lived in this house. A lot of memories, bonding, growing, home cooked meals, love, hard work, improvement, learning lessons, laughter, tears, close relationships and life have been built under the roof of this home. Just recently, Ed and Christine decided to put the house up for sale and moved to a home in Spanish Fork. Each member of the Proctor family (including me) all have a tender place in their heart for this place and have felt love every time we walk through the front door. It has been a hard move but it is for the better. I wanted to take a lot of pictures to always remember what the house was like. It is very different without the hutches, shelves, antiques, trunks, and decorations but still gives an idea of where the Proctors' grew up.
The BIG chestnut tree in the front... a lot of stories have been told about the chestnut fights the boys would have, or the days laying out in the shade on a blanket.
...and the tonka trucks inside from when the boys were young
The view from the back yard
Walking in from the front door
The dining room with the lead window
Fireplace and family room
Living Room
Looking from the dining room into the kitchen
Kitchen
The door in the kitchen that had the blue bottles in the window above it
Unique decor
The lead window that Christine loved!
Hallway from the kitchen to the bedrooms
Bathroom
Looking from the master bedroom into the hallway/family room
House wall paper
Guest Bedroom
The mirror that the boys always got ready with since the girls would have the bathroom or when the bathroom was occupied
Master Bedroom (this once was the room for all the kids and then later was just the boy's room after the girls moved out. Once they boys were gone, Eddie and Christine made it into their bedroom) Everyone had a chance to live in this room and a lot of memories were made here.
Closet in the hallway
Downstairs
Laundry and spare bedroom
The spare bedroom was a favorite of spencer's, dallen's and briar's a while ago when they all worked at a vinyl factory because they often times had to work grave shifts and could come home to the dark, cool room.
I didn't even scratch the surface of the memories that have been made in this house but the pictures tell a lot of stories themselves. I am grateful I was able to make my own memories in the house that Dallen grew up in and I know they will always be fun to reflect back on.


