When I was born my parents lived in a flat in the city. Living room,kitchen,bath and one large area that was two rooms originally but was opened up. I slept in a crib in my parents area until I was 5. My brother had his own "room" curtained off by a really heavy beige and white tapestry drape used as a movable wall.

At five we moved to the suburbs and I got my own bedroom. It was the smallest in the house. It was yellow. Brother had the next largest and parents had the master with 3/4 bath.

When my brother was drafted I just became a teen. My parents decided to put me in the master and use his old room. My brothers stuff was put in the little room I used to have.

I got to choose the colors and dark paint was popular then so my walls were deep yacht blue for a while. Floor was hardwood. Originally I had a double bed handed down from my parents. It had a white chenille spread.

Later I went to more neutral walls and orange carpet. Switched to a hand me down daybed of my grandmothers which had a floral fitted cover and matching drapes which I got to pick the fabric for. The 3/4 bath had a gold veined off white vinyl floor and the original "Tuscan Beige" sink and toilet. Stall shower was beige tile.

Just before I moved out the walls were light blue and the carpet and drapes were red. That was also the first time I had a bed of my own that wasn't handed down to me.LOL

There were 5 of us in a 2 bedroom house. There were 3 of us in one full size bed. That was a benefit in the winter time. My mom would wrap a hot iron in towels to warm the bed. I don't remember any complaints.

We were five kids also. First, in the apartment we were the three oldest kids in one room. That was a boy, and two girls. Then after dad had our house built, it was two sisters in one room, the older brother in one room and the two little ones (boy and girl) in one room.

We got split up when our parents divorced.

Then my two sisters shared a room when they went to live with our mother.

We didn't bicker much, my sis and I, but we got really close, after we were all adults. Well, as close as you can get with an ocean between you. :)

We talk and email, and now skype. When we get together we are thick, and it annoys the boys.

Moni

At first I shared a room with two of my sisters (after moving out of the crib in my parents room). My sisters are 6 and 8 years older than me. (I may have briefly shared a room with my brother who was 2 years older than me.) I had a twin bed and they had a full-size bed - all in one small room. My brother had his own room but it wasn't private. His room was at the top of the stairs and the other two rooms were off of his room (about 20 years ago they put up walls and made a hallway and small room out of his room.)

Then my parents decided to move downstairs to a sofa bed and let my oldest sister have her own room and my other sister and I shared my parents room (twin bed and full-size bed). My dad put up wallpaper and painted the other walls purple and it was so hard to find purple bedthings for a long time. We had that white princess furniture. The bed was originally a canopy but that didn't last long (the canopy).

Then my other sister went off to college and I had my own room (oldest sister went to college locally). Last room I remember having in that house was the room I started in but I don't remember how I got back there! I'm not sure if my sister moved to the bigger room or what. She didn't move out until she got married, at the same time my brother moved out and got married, so she must have. I was living in Philly by then.

My parents still live there and the rooms haven't changed all that much but it feels very foreign to me, the upstairs. I don't sleep well there. I feel comfortable in the house otherwise but not when it comes to sleeping there. When we are all together at my parents house, I often marvel that we all lived together back then. It seems so strange. It was tiny house but we weren't particularly close yet we've remained closer than many families. As adults, we've never fought, badmouthed each other, had any jealousy or any of the other crap I see in DH's family who are joined at the hip.

We had 4 kids, 2 parents in a 3 br. twin house. I was the oldest, and luckiest, IMO. When my brother was born, my dad finished the attic for me. I had the whole floor, and an interesting room it was--nooks and crannies tucked under the eaves. One little area had a built in desk and bookshelves, with a view of the tops of the sycamore trees out front. The main section of the room had an entire wall of shelves for my books. It was a great place to 'get away' from the crowd.

If I recall correctly, It was painted PeptoBismol pink, I had a lime green shag rug, and black corduroy curtains on the windows. At the time, I thought that combo was 'really cool'. Maybe not so much now--LOL.

I had/have 2 sisters. One a year older than me, and one 5 years younger. We were all 3 in one bedroom with twin beds. Younger sister took turns sleeping with my older sister and I. The only bad part was when she'd wet the bed. Our room was painted bright blue, and had a tiny closet. We also had a big chalk board on the wall. Our home started out being a basement house. Cool in the summer, and warm in the winter. Then when I was about 14, the roof was removed and dad built the house. Mom went to beauty school, and then had her salon in the basement.
I still shared a bedroom with my older sister. Her side was always a mess.
Leslie

When I lived with my father and stepmother my bedroom was a storage room with an rollout bed, sheets and green army blanket for top. But then when my grandmother came and got me she gave me my own room and it was beautiful. She had it painted in my favorite color--pink. (:-) I loved it sooooo much. I have always had pink bedrooms. I never tire of the color pink; it is my favorite color, and my dh doesn't seem to mind that for the last 35+ years he has had to sleep in a pink bedroom. LOL

always had the one bedroom of the 2 apts we lived in while growing up...mom and dad had twin beds made up with fitted covers to "look" like sofas...never had special colors, since they were rentals...

Until I was 13, I shared a bedroom with my younger sister.
I grew up in a large Victorian house that had a full attic. My father finished the attic into a suite...I had my own bedroom and "study room".
It had mint green walls, black and white tile square floor (this was the 50's) and white ruffled cotton curtains. My bed(with a bookcase headboard) had a matching white ruffled comforter, and I had one of those kidney shaped makeup tables, with white ruffled skirt.
The green and white colors were my High school's colors...and there were pennants and pom poms on the walls.

The ruffles were my mother's idea. I didn't(and still don't) like ruffles, but I never told mother. She went to so much trouble, with so much love, to make it a "dream" room, I told her I loved it.

I always had to share the bedroom with my twin sister. When we were real young we had a full size bed then about age 8 or so we got twin beds. We were roomies until she went off to college at 18. I let her decide how to decorate it, curtains, bedspreads, wallpaper and paint. I never really cared. The closet, book shelf and bureau was divided down the middle but she always took over my side of the closet because she loved to clothes shop.

One year later she dropped out of college and moved away. I then decided to go to college where I always had roomies. After college I got married and DH has been my roomie since then. So almost my entire life I have had a room mate of one kind or another.

Clare

I was raised by my Grandmother, so in that respect I was an "only child." I had my own corner room in our very old house. It was about 12x12 with two windows on both the north and west walls. The south wall had a door opening to the livingroom; the east wall opened to the hallway into the sitting room and then the kitchen. The doors were dark five-panel wooden doors with iron hardware and hinges.

The unheated room was painted a light pink with beige undertones; the paint was called "Sandalwood". When I was about 11 she hung long, white, really full, ruffled, shear Priscilla curtains at the windows over the original paper roller shades.

I always had some of Great-Grandma Betty's quilts on the bed and sometimes used a white candlewick bedspread.

The floor was covered with circa-1940s dark blue, floral patterned sheet vinyl. I had various braided or rag rugs by the bed. My dog, Rebel, a German Shepherd/Lab mix, was the only dog she ever allowed in the house. He slept on my bedside rugs in the winter. Well, he lay there until Grandma went to bed, then he jumped in my bed with me. He'd wake up before she did and get back down on the rug. We were both bad, LOL!

The ceiling was white with a bare bulb light fixture. I had a black metal double bed with panels of pierced and floral painted metal on both the head and foot board.

There was one tall chest of drawers, and a vintage (even then) vanity table with a huge round mirror above. She also moved one of the short bookcases into the room for my exclusive use!

The southeast corner of the room was partitioned off to make a three-sided cubby hole. The hot water heater was there. The front of the cubby was open so you could "see" the water heater when you walked in the room.

There was a tall thick holly bush just outside the north windows. Every year we had cardinals nesting in it. I could look out my window and into the nest.

I slept with Grandma from age six weeks until I was about 7. She re-married then and I had to move into my own room. I was not happy. I was thrilled to get a "Grandpa," but I didn't see why that meant I had to leave her bedroom; there was room for all three of us there.

I loved my bedroom. Grandma died while I was stationed in Spain. I was fortunate to have been in the States at the time for a school and they let me come home. I arrived the day before she died, so I got to say "Goodbye." Mom and the aunts sold the furnishing, and later the house burned to the ground.

I still see that bedroom more easily than I see the one here.

I never had a real bedroom until I moved away and got married. While at home I shared with my sister what today might be called a family room. We only lived in a 4 room house and no bath. We slept on a pull out day bed. We could not go to bed until everyone went upstairs to bed. There were only four of us in our family. The house was built into the side of the hill right next to White River. Yes, at times it would flood but things were moved up and out of the way before the water came in. The walls were concrete. It was not a good part of childhood.

Sue

I love this thread. Such interesting stories.

Especially when today we have so many McMansions in some areas with a huge suite for each child, toddler sized bathrooms,playrooms,separate office space for the adults etc.

I was adopted at birth and was raised an only child, so I always had my own bedroom. At the time, it seemed as if my room was huge but looking back, I realize it was a small room. I had a twin bed, a desk that my dad made and a small dresser. I remember one summer when I was at 4-H camp, my mom painted my room a very pretty pink and did lots of "remodeling" to make my room look beautiful. I always had one of my grandma's handmade quilts on my bed. There are so many days that I would like to return to that little room, pull down the shade, wrap up in grandma's quilt and go back to the good old days.

I had my own room...I was the only kid at home, by the time I came along, but I slept with my mother and father until I was 5 years old.

The house was old and we just had a gas heater for warmth in the winter...fans in the summer. My mother used to warm a blanket by the heater for me to wrap up in.

It was painted blue and had a white ceiling. There were two windows and outside of one window was a Cape Jasmine bush...like a gardenia, and with the windows open, the fragrance filled the room.

I had my own room because I was the only girl. We lived in base housing until I was in 7th grade so it was always white walls. When we moved into the house my dad bought after he retired I eventually painted my room mint chocolate chip green. My room was the only one in the house a different color. I also finally got rid of the puppy/kitten curtains my mom made me when I was a child and bought matching green print curtains and a dark green carpet. I was working either babysitting or at "real" jobs since I was 11 so I seemed to always have money. I also bought a cheapy aluminum-wood grain looking wall unit for my tv and stereo. I also took the doors off my closet and put up curtains that went with the window curtains only in a sheer fabric. I thought I was really cool and grown up. LOL! I also had every bit of wall space covered in a poster or picture of some kind.

Before that my mom and dad's favorite colors in the house were orange and green. I can't stand that color combo but my mom had bought me an orange bedspread when we lived in CA and my brothers matching dark green ones. They were so ugly.

Such interesting stories. I also remember I always wanted a canopy bed but never got one. I can understand now, why I never had one. Think they would be a pain.
Keep the stories coming.

I was an only child and always had my own room. Yesterday I was thinking about the first bedroom set I got when I was probably in 7th grade. I got to pick it out. It was blonde wood which was popular in the mid 50s. My double bed had a bookcase headboard and the night stand and double dresser had a plastic coating on the top so that I didn't have to worry about the finish getting ruined if something wet was set on it. I had beautiful hardwood floors. My room was a good size with room for a desk and my basket chair. The two windows had venetian blinds. I can't remember the curtains or bedspread. I think the walls were light blue. Our one phone had a 25 ft. cord on it and I would sit in my closet and talk to my friends.

I only had one brother so we each had our own room. For some reason my Mom always painted my Bedroom Blue and my Brother's Room Light Green.

Always had separate bedrooms.
I still have my childhood bedroom suit, solid cherry. Sleep on it every single nite.

Have no recollection of the wall colors.

There were 12 of us in a 3 bedroom house.My parents had one room,there were 6 girls in one room that had 2 beds.We slept 3 to a bed,and 6 girls in a room.My 4 brothers had the other room and they slept 2 to a bed in that room,until WW2.Then the 2 older boys went off to war.My 2 older sisters,slept next door at our grandparents house,but did everything else,eat,laundry etc at our home.

We had no inside plumbing at either house,and it was still that way when i left at 18 years old.

We had loads of fun back in those days with the games we played,playing outside,etc.We also didn't have tv until the 50's.Lots of good memories!! Like the saying goes we didn't have much,but we had LOVE.
Kathi

I shared a room with my brother until I was about 10.He is 18 months older than me.We had twin beds in a tiny room.Then Mom and Dad converted the garage into two more rooms,dining room and a bedroom for DB.I got to paint my room the color I wanted,lavender.I had a frilly bedspread and curtains that were white with shades of purple flowers.Stayed that way until I got married.

MY sister and I grew up in a small, 4 room, farmhouse: Kitchen, front room, and 2 bedrooms. (You had to learn to get along with each other.) Mom and Pop had one bedroom and my sister and I shared the other one. Our bedroom was small without closets. My sister had one end of the room and I had the other. Our beds filled most of that space. The door was in my end and that reduced useable space for me. There was a painted board nailed to the wall with pegs to hang clothes. My sister's things used most of thst storage. In school shop, I designed and built a chest of drawers to fit the space behind the door. That gave me a place to store my clothes. Hook device hang from the top of the door that provided a place for 4 to 5 hangers. We did not keep much in the bedroom and learned to economize on space. Many personal items were kept elsewhere by necessity, and we did not have that much anyway.

The walls were lath and plaster, and papered. Mother was a fairly good paper hanger and made a few coins in the summer hanging papar for other families.

As I look back, I realize that bedroom was not much larger than 2 of some of today's walk-in closets.

My dad had built a bedroom in the basement as an extra room. I shared it with my older sister for several years. It had paneling on the walls and two closets. We had twin beds with yellow bedspreads. After my one brother moved out I moved into his room upstairs. I painted the walls a pale orange and got tan drapes. After my sister moved out I moved back downstairs for the privacy and room space. It was so much bigger with the other bed out of there.

SamKaren
your resident DJ

I think this has been very interesting. Thanks for all the comments. Sure does bring back some fond memories. Will post another one tomorrow. Keep them coming.

I spent many years as an only child, then when I was 18 and in college, my folks had a baby boy. For 40 years, my brother and I lived at opposite ends of the USA. In 2002 he moved near me, and it has been such a joy to see and talk to he and his family regularly. When I was growing up, my Dad had a production woodworking company, so all of the furniture in our home was hand made. At the time I was a little unhappy with that, but I love having that same handcrafted furniture now!!
We started out with outdoor plumbing, but got all the fancy stuff when I was about 8. We had top notch music equipment always, but did not have a TV until I was 16.

The whole family slept in one bedroom. My parents had a double bed, my brother and I had bunk beds and my baby brother was in a crib. We lived in a house that was my grandmothers, she had a bedroom on the second floor, the other 2 bedrooms on that floor had been turned into a livingroom and kitchen. There was a bathroom on that floor too. My aunt and uncles bedroom was an attic room. There was also a bathroom (toilet) in the basement. When my grandmother died I got her room. Later we moved to California, from Ohio, and I got my own bedroom, my 2 brothers shared a room and my parents had their own room.

As one of seven kids living in a city tenement, I went from the top bunk bed to my wedding bed when I was 18. Until then I shared the room with my older sister and she was back and forth from college so some time I had it alone. We had five rooms in the house with seven kids. I was the first to leave. Still married to the same man and I still don't have my own bedroom lol. Althoo in our lakehouse I have a personal bedroom and so does my husband. We have our own tvs and watch them from bed. We love it. When company comes I give up the king bed and go in with my husband and we have one other twin set bedroom. It all works out well. I can still remember the wall paper on my childhood bedroom and scooting on the floor to listen to the radio. It was more than wonderful.