The next several posts are dedicated to Hub Man who sends me off to my country roots every so often, with generous amounts of grace.
Thank you sweetie!
Of all my treks north these last few years, this one stands out in glowing relief as one of the most joyous. I'm not sure why exactly. All the same characters were in play, many of the same places. Maybe it was me. I don't know. All I know is that I am grateful on many levels for the chance to recharge my country heart's batteries. And I must say I am full to overflowing.
I started my first full day there by walking all the way to Mamallama's and my brother's house from my best friend S's house. It is probably about a mile and a half. It gave me no end of jollies to hoof it from one happy haven to another under my own steam with no crazy traffic and car fumes to deal with. People waved to me as they drove by. Everyone does. Made me feel at home. Acknowledged. I think that is one thing about small towns that is a very important factor in one's overall mental health. When people see you, they let you KNOW they have seen you. It is hard to be invisible.
On the way I passed a spot that I had to take a picture of. I used to stand here and lean on this fence to wait for the bus to go to school. We rented a little house on the top of a hill across the road from it. I cannot believe that this fence is still standing!
Near as I can figure it, that was 46 years ago. Of course it WAS in better shape back then, and you could sit on it and not worry about it falling over. Now, I'm not so sure. . .
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Just one look at this picture sort of sums up what makes me tick....
Nothing fancy. Built to last. Natural surroundings.
I have a lot of pictures to share and will do so over the next several days. Right now I am working my way through a mountain of laundry, instead of a really real mountain with trees and everything. But I still have the smell of pine forest drifting around in my head.
Thank you sweetie!
Of all my treks north these last few years, this one stands out in glowing relief as one of the most joyous. I'm not sure why exactly. All the same characters were in play, many of the same places. Maybe it was me. I don't know. All I know is that I am grateful on many levels for the chance to recharge my country heart's batteries. And I must say I am full to overflowing.
I started my first full day there by walking all the way to Mamallama's and my brother's house from my best friend S's house. It is probably about a mile and a half. It gave me no end of jollies to hoof it from one happy haven to another under my own steam with no crazy traffic and car fumes to deal with. People waved to me as they drove by. Everyone does. Made me feel at home. Acknowledged. I think that is one thing about small towns that is a very important factor in one's overall mental health. When people see you, they let you KNOW they have seen you. It is hard to be invisible.
On the way I passed a spot that I had to take a picture of. I used to stand here and lean on this fence to wait for the bus to go to school. We rented a little house on the top of a hill across the road from it. I cannot believe that this fence is still standing!
Near as I can figure it, that was 46 years ago. Of course it WAS in better shape back then, and you could sit on it and not worry about it falling over. Now, I'm not so sure. . .
[album 65561 Country Life 002.jpg]
Just one look at this picture sort of sums up what makes me tick....
Nothing fancy. Built to last. Natural surroundings.
I have a lot of pictures to share and will do so over the next several days. Right now I am working my way through a mountain of laundry, instead of a really real mountain with trees and everything. But I still have the smell of pine forest drifting around in my head.