No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnal face.
|Morning sun on the wooded lot beside our home.|
They named the longest street Maolis Avenue. Odd name but if you spell it backward it is Siloam......the Pool of Siloam in the New Testament. They then named the other 2 streets after my dad and his older brother.
They built a few houses, sold some land and gave land to the 4 grandsons (my dad and his 3 brothers). When I was growing up, my grandmother and bachelor uncle lived in the house diagonally across from us with the wooded lot belonging to them. My uncle married later in life and his wife had 3 kids from another marriage. Last summer, his wife, my Aunt Helen passed away. The last one in her generation. Her kids have sold the house and land to a builder who is knocking down the house and would like to build 2 houses......one where the old house was and one in the wooded lot.
I knew it was coming and I'm surprised at how it has affected me emotionally.
We have been so lucky to have such privacy for so long. I hate the idea of looking out the window and seeing a house there.......and to see my grandmothers house gone........she was a very important person to me when I was growing up.
I can still see us sitting under her blossoming Hydrangea in her metal lawn chairs that are spruced up every year with a coat of paint. The bees are buzzing and the air is heavy with the scent of the flowers, so many flowers. The bush is at it's peak and filled with cascading blooms.
The one thing I know is that no one can take very wonderful the memories from me! That's what I'm grateful for today. Wonderful memories.