kat
03-21-2001, 10:23 PM
Yesterday my sister and I along with her 17 year old daughter, made another trip to my family's old home place. We left our Dhs behind and headed out in the Explorer. When Dh and ds went several weeks ago, they took me there and we saw and left. My sister and I, armed with a ball bat and pool cue (for any dogs) were prepared to stay all day and romp around the mountains and creeks.
Went to my grandparents place and showed sister the trailer trash there. We sat on the property 10 minutes telling my neice about where everything used to be. There were about a dozen dogs barking, both inside and outside the trailer, but no one ever came outside. I don't think anyone was there. Because of the number of dogs, we stayed in the rig. Tried to go on down to the big creek, but we ran into a 2nd gate that was close.
My sister said she remembered how to get to the swimming hole the other way around so off we went. We found where the road used to go around, but it was just a faint trail. You could still see car tracks, so we continued until we came to a downed tree because of the ice storms. We get out and walk till we come to the creek bed which leads to and intersects with the creek running along gps old property. We don't trust our preception of just how long we used to travel the creek bed to get to our swimming hole, since everything that seemed so big or steep when we were children were not so today. My neice had also stayed in the Explorer, so we decided to head back. We also decide that we are coming back when we'd have more daylight.
We also managed to locate a fishing cabin gps used to own, as well as the location of the place where they used to manage a corps of engineers boat dock. The dock has long since been gone, but we pictured everything where it used to be.
We also went to our house we grew up in. It looked great!!! We even got invited in by the nice old man who lives there now. It was so exciting. My sister said to pull up in the yard. (On previous trip Dh wouldn't dream of slowing down, much less stop) We pulled up and got out. There was a sign on the gate that read: Wanted, good woman. Must be able to cook, clean, sew, dig worms, and clean fish. Must have a boat and motor. Please send picture of boat and motor. Before we got to the door, the man came out and asked us if he could help us. We told him we were applying for the job. We told him who we were and he gave us a tour.
We visited with our old neighbors and learned that their youngest daughter lives 10 miles from where I teach. We visited at the old store (Boy is it old - it really smelled like something dead was under the rotting floor - and needless to say we decided not to buy any snacks).
We learned that the previous store owners had both died within the past year and that our HS counselor had died just last week. All our teachers were retired and our bus driver and man who married all of us had retired just last year.
Although some news was sad, that is life after 25 years. My sister and I had the best time. We are planning to go back again this summer. We are bound and determined to get to that swimming hole one way or another.
Sorry to ramble, but after my trip a few weeks ago I feel so much better about things.
[Edited by kat on 03-21-2001 at 10:30 PM]
Went to my grandparents place and showed sister the trailer trash there. We sat on the property 10 minutes telling my neice about where everything used to be. There were about a dozen dogs barking, both inside and outside the trailer, but no one ever came outside. I don't think anyone was there. Because of the number of dogs, we stayed in the rig. Tried to go on down to the big creek, but we ran into a 2nd gate that was close.
My sister said she remembered how to get to the swimming hole the other way around so off we went. We found where the road used to go around, but it was just a faint trail. You could still see car tracks, so we continued until we came to a downed tree because of the ice storms. We get out and walk till we come to the creek bed which leads to and intersects with the creek running along gps old property. We don't trust our preception of just how long we used to travel the creek bed to get to our swimming hole, since everything that seemed so big or steep when we were children were not so today. My neice had also stayed in the Explorer, so we decided to head back. We also decide that we are coming back when we'd have more daylight.
We also managed to locate a fishing cabin gps used to own, as well as the location of the place where they used to manage a corps of engineers boat dock. The dock has long since been gone, but we pictured everything where it used to be.
We also went to our house we grew up in. It looked great!!! We even got invited in by the nice old man who lives there now. It was so exciting. My sister said to pull up in the yard. (On previous trip Dh wouldn't dream of slowing down, much less stop) We pulled up and got out. There was a sign on the gate that read: Wanted, good woman. Must be able to cook, clean, sew, dig worms, and clean fish. Must have a boat and motor. Please send picture of boat and motor. Before we got to the door, the man came out and asked us if he could help us. We told him we were applying for the job. We told him who we were and he gave us a tour.
We visited with our old neighbors and learned that their youngest daughter lives 10 miles from where I teach. We visited at the old store (Boy is it old - it really smelled like something dead was under the rotting floor - and needless to say we decided not to buy any snacks).
We learned that the previous store owners had both died within the past year and that our HS counselor had died just last week. All our teachers were retired and our bus driver and man who married all of us had retired just last year.
Although some news was sad, that is life after 25 years. My sister and I had the best time. We are planning to go back again this summer. We are bound and determined to get to that swimming hole one way or another.
Sorry to ramble, but after my trip a few weeks ago I feel so much better about things.
[Edited by kat on 03-21-2001 at 10:30 PM]