We certainly didn’t need the 80F or 26C eh temperatures…or the hot winds from the south. Fire danger is high, there are fires everyday…scary.
In town spring come a bit earlier than out here in the boonies. All that concrete makes a warmer micro climate.
The Forsythia outside Far Guys old home in town. The house used to be white. It now boasts a sheltered deck and a new step….the old front porch (that used to be really cold in the winter and was an area for boots and overshoes with a small closet that held the clothespin bag and the garbage can and the pencil sharpener was at the ready next to the window) now has a picture window. Of course that “newness” seems foreign to us.
Here you can see the old water tower. It will be torn down, it has been deemed unsafe.
It will certainly change the landscape…I think all of Far Guys old neighborhood pals had meetings and other such shenanigans at the water tower.
Far Guy’s parents sold their home in 1994 and they moved into an apartment. Recently the home sold again. When we saw it up for sale we checked to see if photos of the inside were online and they were. It was “interesting” to see the inside.
Outside there is still a big dip in the driveway, it used to be a mud hole in a rainy spring…it is rumored that an old abandoned well is under that dip. Over the years that dip has been filled many times but yet it keeps showing up…it must be resistant to change.
Things change, time stands still for no one except maybe an old dip turned mud hole in an old driveway.
I often don't adapt to change well.
The wild swings in the weather are continuing this year.
I still have difficulty thinking about how recent 1994 seems in my memory, but it's really more than twenty years ago. I remember long ago trying to find a childhood home when I was passing through a town, but nothing remained of the neighborhood. You're right about things changing and time not standing still. :-)
It seems the older I get the less I like change. Have a great weekend.
I can't bear to drive by my childhood home and see the changes the new owners made.
I have traveled in time (on the internet) through Google maps and gone back to all the places I have lived in my life. A couple are just gone now- a trailer in one place and an apartment building in New York...but it is fun to compare my mom's old pics & my memories to the present.
It's a real boon for people to see the inside of houses on the 'net'. But sometimes it's not a good idea to go back. I always find it hard to visit places I've lived in, and remembered a certain way.
My youngest brother lives on the farm where I grew up. He has remodeled the old house (over 100 years old) to keep it in good shape and adapt it to my SIL's limited physical abilities. It's really hard to compare it to how it looked in the past. But it's delightful.
Some things change very slowly and are most noticeable when viewed over long time periods. Old homes are especially nostalgic.
I used to like change for changes sake...not so much anymore.
The house we grew up in is in the suburbs of Minneapolis (Fridley) and hasn't changed tremendously on the outside last I saw it several years ago. What would break my heart is if they chopped down the 60 year old wild prairie cottonwood tree that Dad and I planted when I was five. It's huge! Was a sapling next to the house and I begged him to save it. It has towered over the neighborhood for decades. I don't think I'd want to know or see if it was gone, to be honest.
We used to meet at the water tower in my hometown. Sometimes it overflowed and playing under it on a hot summer day was the best! I don't like change. Never have! Have a good weekend!
I have not been by the house that I sold of my parents since I sold it. I was told that the outside color is a blue that will grab you. I am curious as to how they solved some of the floor coverings. I am sure they went to wood and got rid of a lot of carpet. Water towers deemed dangerous seem to be something they should take seriously.
Once a dip, always a dip! Or does that only apply to humans? Fires are a big worry. With as dry as things are they can travel fast.
Then we must keep changing too. No one wants to be an old dip, or heaven forbid, a mud hole!
I wonder what the house that I grew up in looks like now. Next week my DH will be out there on the prairies and will hopefully get a few pics for me.
It is so hard to go back. I think we have all tried, and haven't always been excited about the changes. But, I guess things can't always stay the same!
I loved having a back porch and a pencil sharpener at
our home when I was a kid. It was like the one we had at school
I can't use a pencil with out a sharpener, no worn down point for me.
It's hard to see the places you have good memories of change. I hope the fires stay far away from you!
The Bossman says that a change is as good as a rest...I hate change but I've learn to deal with it.
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