![]() ![]() The world around us is suffering from COVID-19, and I feel as though we still are not allowed inside to help. Watching as seven fire trucks are parked outside the gym fighting flames in a foam pit while we are all helplessly standing by on the outside. Our #deveausfamily.Īs I sit here tonight, it feels like we are once again watching. It was beyond heartwarming to see everyone who reached out to us from around the world to show their support and help our community. Our DeVeau’s family rallied around us in thousands last year after the fire. These amazing teachers at this gym are what formed our amazing community. #Growin up in little pink houses professionalShannon, Amy, Mandy, me, Lindsay, Blaize, Annie, Lyla, Chelsea, Hannah, Hannah, Stacy, Maddie, Ciara, and dozens more former athletes of ours began not only their athletic careers but also their professional careers with us too. ![]() Even more amazing is that through her teaching, she inspired so many of her students to follow in her footsteps. That same gym is where my mom taught athletes who found their own passions to become doctors, teachers, lawyers, and countless other professions. Olympian-Samantha Peszek who started with us as a preschooler (a very rare occurrence in sports these days). It has created dozens of college gymnasts and athletes and has even had our own U.S. #Growin up in little pink houses how toIn over 35 years, that gym has taught thousands of young athletes how to work hard, persevere, be brave, stand tall, and try relentlessly until they succeeded. Eight weeks later, on Wednesday, February 28th, we all stood together watching our home, our gym, on fire before our eyes while there was nothing we could do. My husband and I bought the gym from her last January, 3 weeks after our daughter, and youngest child, was born. She taught me that same love for teaching, and I never realized how much I love and miss it until weeks like this hit. She took that same love for teaching and applied it to teach herself how to coach, mentor, and run one of the greatest small businesses in Indiana. Without a teacher, my mom taught herself and her friends how to tumble in her backyard. A teacher from Connersville, IN-a small town like John Cougar sings about- without gymnastics schools or people to teach it back in the 1960s. After their divorce, I watched my mom navigate her new role as a mother, coach, mentor, boss, and businesswoman. Opening the gym in 1982, my parents started the legacy of our great gymnastics’ teams. ![]() It has stood through divorce, a fire, and now COVID- 19. Our gym has weathered many trials and tribulations. My gym … our gym … DeVeau’s School of Gymnastics. While you’re here, can I fix you something to eat? You won’t leave my house hungry, or without a hug.Growing up in Carmel and Fishers, I always felt safe here in in the middle of our country where I loved John Cougar, his song Little Pink Houses, and my life that revolved around the gym. The little house with laughter, freedom, loud family and a damn good dinner shared with those I love. The little house to be raised in and to one day raise my family in. If anything, it takes me back to that 8 year old little girl wanting the normalcy of an American life. So, this brings me to the name “Little Pink Houses.” I think it sums up a lot about me. They always say the way to a persons heart is through their stomach. Along with her recipes, my recipes, my moms recipes. I hope to blog stories of my grandmothers tales here, too. I guess the Apple doesn’t fall far from the generational tree. She can make anyone feel better with her food. Generations old pie crust recipe with home grown blackberries! I’ve never had food like my grandmas. Fried chicken, sliced tomatoes from my granddads garden and blackberry cobbler. Suns up!! Let’s eat! I’m sad! Let’s eat!! We’re celebrating!! Let’s eat! Nothing brings me more comfort than eating my grandmas food. (That’s another blog post…) I eat my emotions. The only place I have ever called home before marrying my husband. Or I was just moved by music at 3 years old?Īlso during that time, my emotions go back to my grandparents house. Dates seemed to be skewed when googling it. ![]() I was 3 when that song was released, but I felt older when watching the video. I remember watching the music video to this song on MTV when it was released. I could tell a story about my life through music. My mom played the shit out of albums, tapes, radio. No consistent place to call home other than my grandparents house. An 8 year old little girl watching her parents marriage falling apart. When thinking of a name for my blog, I dig deep to an emotional time in my life. Ain’t that America, we’re somethin’ to see, baby. ![]()
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