Although this home has been demolished, I still remember it quite well. It was an older home–probably built in the 1940s or 1950s. The outside was painted a sunwashed sage green and rose bushes grew along the perimeter of the home. We rented it from a local invester in town…the same town I currently live in. I have so many memories that connect me to this town and to this home. Whenever I drive down this street, immediately my mind is flooded with thoughts from a time now mostly forgotten by most.
Although this town has changed dramatically–my memories remain the same.
We enjoyed some good times at this home. My cousins did not live too far away and we usually just walked to their homes to visit. Grannie and Papa lived on the property behind us and were just a run to the other side of the pasture.
I remember the time it snowed six inches while I was living in this home. Snow in these parts is unusual. My brother, sister and I enjoyed playing in the snow and throwing snowballs at eachother. We played in the snow drifts and built a snowman. We fastened the snowman’s eyes with two driveway gravel rocks.
I also remember the many occasions my siblings, cousins and I would get locked into the back bedroom for hours while my aunts, uncles and parents would drink beers and do drugs. Crack was the thing back then. Yah, I had a lovely childhood.
I wasnt supposed to tell anyone.
I’m gonna add it to the book.