Scaling Down, the Pantry Doorpost

Picture of The Pantry Doorpost
The Pantry Doorpost

We are cleaning up our house in preparation for putting it on the market. We are uncovering memories constantly. We just can’t believe that we have been here for 22-1/2 years – it seems like we just got here yesterday.

For most of the items, we can seal them in a plastic bag, catalog them, and drop them in a banker’s box to go to storage. However, there is one item in the house which embodies a rich and critical memory for our family that we simply are not going to be able to take with us. That is the left doorpost of the pantry.

This doorpost is the written record of the growth of our children. Periodically, we would line them up against it, put a carpenter’s square against the post and slide it down until it gently touched the child’s head. We would then carefully mark and label the child’s height with a pencil. Mom and dad got measured too.

Picture of the marks for Ryan and Tye 1992-1994
Ryan and Tye 1992-1994

There was a theory at the time that a child’s height at age two would be exactly one-half of the child’s final adult height. The theory sounded really good but did not actually work in the case of our family.

  • Tye was about 34″ on his second birthday and is just around 6 feet tall (72″) today.
  • Ryan was about 36″ on his second birthday, but is only about 69-70″ today.

Interestingly enough, I continued to grow slowly as an adult. As a university student, I was only 5′ 6″ tall and I am just about 5′ 8″ tall today.

Tomoko has been pretty consistent at 5′ 2″ tall. However, placed next to her rather large sons, she presents the appearance of shrinking.

Picture of Erika's Measurements
Erika Matches Mom’s Height in 1998

Looking closely at this photo, we can see that Erika and Ryan both passed their mom (Labeled “Kaachan” in the photo) at age 11 or the end of 5th grade.

It was a really fun time. We had a lot of fun making and tracking these measurements. I briefly considered somehow disassembling the door and taking it with us, but decided that we would probably end up destroying the frame getting it out from its surrounding. In the end, nothing is permanent. The best I could do was make these photos for future memories.

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