Good Foundations

Driving back from my mom’s house in Pennsylvania a couple weekends ago—after cleaning her out and moving her into a new, smaller apartment—I sang to the happy summer tunes of the Beach Boys. “Good, good, good…good vibrations” played over and over in my head.


And for some bizarre reason, I switched it in my brain, focusing suddenly on “Good Foundations.”


One of my mantras—as a parent of four anyway—has always been “good mattresses, good books, good shoes.” No one ever got hurt by sticking with great foundations. More than that, instilling good foundations into the core of your children—and indeed, into your home, your wardrobe, your relationships, your life!—is an enduring hallmark of a life well-lived.


So it was with this mantra in mind that I reflected on the work that my brother and sister and some of our kids performed, cleaning out our mom’s home of forty-six years. I mentally searched for those solid foundations that helped grow my siblings and I into the spouses, parents, friends and colleagues that each of us are today.


My mom’s house was built of stone. In the early 60’s. This wonderful Pennsylvania stone has proven harder and harder to come by, and it has retained its value and its charm these nearly five decades later. Its color and its texture still resonate. Inside closets are floored with hardwood. The basement never leaked. It holds both upper and lower registers, so that, depending on the season, one can turn off a register and let hot air or cold escape or rise as need be.


Investing in value is as popular today as it was in 1962 when my parents bought what would become the only home I’ll ever remember living in until I grew up and married and bought nine of my own. Sitting on a large level lot, it seemed a good investment decision at the time, and has proven so nearly five decades later, as judged by the three purchase offers and the dozens of curiosity seekers driving—or walking by—unable to ignore the many members of our extended family arsenal moving in and out for one solid week, of condensing forty-six years of memories and memorabilia into boxes in order to quickly transition my mom into her new quieter and simpler life.


And, with the house now completely empty and in need of some serious freshening up, I’ll head back down this weekend to work with her builder in finalizing decisions in the cosmetic renovation work that we’ll pursue together in the next month or so ahead: we’ll choose new toilets and new faucets; fresh paint and fresh carpeting; stainless ovens and range and dishwasher; and updated tiles and countertops. We’ll tackle the pleasant job of updating a classic in order to appeal to this generation of homebuyers who demand natural stone instead of formica; low-VOC “green” paint instead of oil-or solvent-based; industrial-strength appliances instead of avocado-enameled; and bamboo or sisal instead of hardwood or shag.


Updating from one generation of quality into another is a good thing. For as time passes, technology improves, and tastes change and sophistication in style emerges and fresh color palettes dictate and, well, things move forward. I can hardly wait to roll up my sleeves and dig in! To wade through design centers in search of bathroom tiles. To scrutinize appliance configurations for someone’s kitchen re-do other than my own. To flip through flooring samples in search of that perfect one which thirtysomethings everywhere crave.


And always—always!—choosing quality. For quality never goes out of style. White porcelain sinks: a classic. Polished nickel faucets: who could argue with those?


If you are in the middle of a renovation (seriously did that five summers ago and last summer too), you no doubt understand the angst. Choosing tiles for more than one bathroom alone could throw the most rational person over the edge. (4 inch squares or rectangular subways? Colored or white? Relief or flat?) Flooring options, too, can drive one completely nuts! (To carpet or hardwood? Pre-finished or cut on site? Oak or bamboo?)


In your quest for quality, never lose sight of your need for individuality. Follow your nose. Your eye. Your gut. A house needs to look like a home. And only with your unique stamp, your taste, your hand, will it stand out from the pack.


Good mattresses, good books, good shoes. Good sinks, good faucets, good flooring.


Good stuff—good collections—usually reflect, in one way or another, precious memories. And precious memories always start with those whom we most love.


A good house is a great start for a good home. I hope you are continually moving in that direction. And as I help to feather my mom’s new calmer and smaller nest, I hope to give her, in what may be her final home, that which each one of us, in our hearts, seeks as well.


All my best,


Carolina