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
|2002 - Senior Dinner|
|2004 - P.T. officiated our wedding|
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.|