Navajo Drive

Well friends, the Madigans moved. "But why does that matter to you?" you ask. They aren't my immediate family, I'm not the one moving - though Pete did help. Well, I have a great many memories in that house, and this is my "ode to the house on Navajo Dr" (yes, I have their address memorized but didn't want to be the one to put it on the interweb, google earth already beat me to it.)

So, let's get started... there are pictures that coincide with the story, but I guess I didn't take any pictures inside their home...

I don't remember 1st time I visited the home of our youth pastor. My family and their family became fast friends shortly after their move, from Michigan, in 1999. Maybe it was a family dinner; shared between the 3Ms (Massie, Maddigan, and Merrigan families - we had a nickname, oh yes.) Maybe it was a Monday Night Football event hosted by the youth pastor.

I spent 10-12th grade and freshman year of college watching Monday night football in the basement; though I mostly did math homework or worked on the computer during the game. A small group of maybe 10-15 youth group kids - many of us siblings - would come over around 6:30 to watch the game and just hang out. I think it was P.T.'s way of being involved in more of our lives while still being able to watch the games - maybe this was before DVR?

I have a few vivid memories associated with the house. One rainy Friday, maybe 2001, I was driving to the Madigans to meet up with my parents, after a high school homecoming football game for which I was a cheerleader. I was pulled over near the hwy89 and Harrison blvd turn off for failing to yield to an ambulance that was turning left from Harrison to hwy 89 - thus the reason I didn't think to yield; we weren't on the same road. Well, later I found out the ambulance was going to help a friend, Thomas, who was going to a different football game with my friend Em, he had passed out at the Chevron across from Washington Heights. Anyhow, I was pretty shaken up when I finally arrived at the Madigan home.
2001 - Junior Year

Another time, I was over at the house with a friend my age and the 4 summer interns from youth group, two of whom were living at P.T.'s house that summer and all were 4 years older than us. I'm now realizing, P.T. and Dianne probably don't know about some of these stories. So we were making brownies "late" at night - it was maybe 9pm but as a 16 year old, I thought I was pretty cool to be hanging out with them. So the brownies finished baking and we cut into them, finding a whole egg yoke intact and hard as a rock. We had a good laugh and Julie fed it to Snickers, the dog. So it was uneventful to most people, but one of my vivid memories of the home.

Snickers was the Madigan's little dog. It was a dirty white colored dog with curly hair and a funny bark. It's hard for me to remember what it sounded like but I laughed at that dog all the time. I don't think he liked me much; but he was always hanging around.

The years passed and we had many events, mostly in the basement, at their home. I was in guitar lessons and they were sometimes held at P.T.'s home. I can still remember being freezing cold in their back game room with my mom's guitar and Matt and Suzy and Branden and whomever else showed up. Also in that back game room, I played Foosball. I first learned at church, but I was taught the "tricks of the trade" at P.T.'s house. The old table he had is now currently sitting in my basement - being played every now and then. I think being good at Foosball helped me show off for Pete, a bit, when we were first dating. I need to practice more and bring the tournament back to church for 2014!

2000- foosball. L-R: Julie (intern who made brownies),
Sarah, Derek, Ashley, and Claire
We also had Bible studies in the basement. I remember sitting on the old worn-out couch, often sandwiched between Paul and Pat, they were twins, 6'5" red-heads from Oregon who played football with Brady at Weber State, so it was usually by choice :)
2002 - Senior Dinner
Many nights after "leaving" P.T.'s house, a different group of us would stand and talk in the drive way trying to decide if we should go home or go somewhere else. Many nights in summer, we just stayed by our cars and talked for probably an hour.

2004 - P.T. officiated our wedding
After I married Pete - who came highly recommended by P.T. - I attended a different church, and trips to the Madigan home were less frequent. But, maybe a year later through a series of events, P.T. became the teaching Pastor at our church in Ogden Valley and I was back to the Madigan household for Bible studies again.  This time, we studied Hebrews, and I sat in familiar chairs, even with a few familiar people from those years before. This time was different because I had my own baby girl! I remember the first time I quietly excused myself from Bible study and went into that same back room as before to change J's diaper. Suddenly memories of the many games of Oodles I had played (and lost) so many years before, came flooding back. It was a sweet moment - no matter the amount of poop explosion that had happened. Seriously, that girl seemed to have the most "blow-outs" at P.T.'s house.

I had now made the switch to the "grown up" BBQs upstairs while talking about the deep frier or kurig machine. Suzy became a friend and member of my worship team instead of Terry's little girl and Sarah's friend. Matt loved to hold BabyJane and they were fast friends. Being a grown-up in the Madigan household was a new role but the history of the memories I had in the home made it all the more sweet.

So as I reflected on the many memories I will miss in that old home on Navajo Dr. I can't help but look forward to the memories to come in the new house with the newest generation!

Thank you, Terry and Dianne for opening up your home to so many kids throughout the years. I know of a few lives, including mine, were greatly impacted because you shared your couch, and red vines, and pretzels, and cocoa. Glory to God because of His work through your family and your home.

2000 - Short term mission trip to Mexico. 


Claire said...

Very well said Amy. Wonderful memories in many realms made and started there. Thanks for taking us on the review!

Sarah said...

You forgot the coca cola! ;) Great reminder of the "good old days" and I'm also excited for more to come in the new "Madigan Manor."

Anonymous said...

Great post, and good memories.

Matthew T

Pastor Terry said...

The fun, honor, and privelidge was all mine Amy....thanks, P.T.

jen said...

Fun post to read!