I was very fortunate to have been raised by a Mother and Father that truly loved all three of us kids. They did their best to raise us to be good people and I think they succeeded.
I took the scenic way home from town yesterday and thought I would share these photos.
This is the house we grew up in. We moved from here when I was 14.
Our Dad built this garage. Or at least I think he did. I'm sure So will correct any mistakes that I make since my memory is seriously lacking in most areas.
If you enlarge this one you can barely see the treehouse that Dad built way in the back.
In the winter time when it snowed really good (as it did back then) sometimes the entire neighborhood would gather around this hill. The adults would set a big bonfire and all the kids and adults alike would sled down this hill. Sometimes we would go all the way to Caryngirl's house. Caryn was one of my best friends and her IhateheruntilthedayIdie mother called her Caryngirl.
This house belongs to our long time neighbors "The Martins". They had 3 kids, Rod, Yvonne and Nim. Nim was "special" to So.....he he
There used to be a place us kids called the graveyard. It was next to our other long time neighbors "The Nagels". They had 3 kids too, Geoff, Delane and damned if I can't remember the older boy's name.
Our neighborhood was a great place to grow up in. Everyone knew each other and visited, took food over when someone was sick. All the kids would play together, well except Jan Castleman who was a bit "touched". They lived next door to us and I was forced to be nice to her because my parents were good parents and did the right thing. I will never ever forget the time that she wandered into our house, which she did a lot, and lost her damn cowboy hat. Mother made ME find the frickin thing. But aside from that my memories of that neighborhood and growing up there are grand. It was there that I rode my beloved Luckypony around to my friend's house. We used to play "night games" and had such fun. It seemed like most times the kids would gather at our house be it summer or winter. Mother always had something for us to eat and/or drink. In the winter time Mom would take our mittens and scarves that were wet from the snow and throw them in the dryer. We would take off our boots and put them upside down on the registers to dry them out. Such wonderful memories that will last a lifetime.