Monday Moments - Roots

 I'm baaaaack!   Howdy Billy Penn

Time to learn how to talk again, see my sister (in DE), brother (in PA), friends, eat a cheesesteak, go to Longwood  Gardens, dip my toes in the Atlantic (Rehoboth), and generally hang out. 

Roots.   Still gonna be weird with no  dad to visit.  Can you go "home" again?  

Finally Friday - Farewell for real, absolutely over

This is the absolute end of the story for 224 Oakland Place in PA

My brother mowed the yard and for the final time left on Saturday, July 20th.   Last Crowther leaving. 

Oh my heart.  62 years of my life here.   on the driveway - roller skating, biking, sledding, shoveling

on the lawn - wiffle ball, playing in a sprinkler, croquet

Big Sigh!

Closing was July 23rd.  I hope the new family has as much fun as we did.  I hope they settle in, meet neighbors, walk the block, rake leaves, and enjoy. 

End of an era folks.   A long  era. 

sniffle.........
 

Wednesday Pop UP

 I wasn't going to have a Wednesday post this week, but I follow the Gwynedd Preserve. It's right down the street from my father's home.  I truly hope the fall colors and this pic live are still there when I go to visit before Thanksgiving.  Dad snoozes in  the afternoons. Thus,  I can sneak  out for a stroll in some preserved nature grasslands.  How lovely!  PA is a gorgeous state if the colors are popping. 

Anyway - Happy Wednesday. Hope your week is going well. Cheers all! 

Plus I need to walk, burn  some calories, and earn the right to eat an  extra helping stuffing. 

Thanksgiving feast in PA with Dad and  my sister. 

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!