Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Home

This blurry photo is circa 1981, the house I grew up in on Oakland Place. It was built in 1960 and stands today. The trees are taller. My Dad is shorter. I'm headed there for a Thursday thru Monday visit - post Thanksgiving/pre-Christmas. You have to work with the airlines these days if you don't want to pay them thousands.

Home is in Texas with Ray. But home is also here - no doubt as long as Dad is alive and shoveling snow, raking leaves, and vacuuming the carpet. He's darn healthy and has nice neighbors. Nothing really changes here, but it's clean, packed with memories, and we sit at the kitchen table and talk forever.

I'm very fortunate. I might have to dig in the basement and see if that big red stocking is still around to hang on the front door. Cheers!

4 comments:

  1. What a lovely setting. I hope you have a great visit.

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  2. how wonderful for you and you cherish your fortune too.

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  3. Have a wonderful visit! The old family homestead always knows how to tug on our heartstrings. Enjoy reminiscing over old memories, and making new ones.

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  4. I hope you have lots of lovely chats around the kitchen table.
    Ann

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