Where Memories Creep

This weekend my mother decided she wanted to see the place where she lived for over twenty years and where I grew up. Before I could protest, we were in the car and on our way to the house that didn’t even have a street name until recent years (Meet me on rural route 1, anyone?).

Though I wasn’t at all prepared to see my childhood home weathered, abandoned, and overgrown with weeds and trees; the old place is still beautiful to me.

The old farmhouse and the backyard. That yard was a kid's dream! Now, imagine being chased around that huge yard by an angry goat, rooster, or goose. Welcome to my childhood!

A mid-summer hailstorm ravaged the back of the house in the 90's. You can still see where the shingles were ripped off.

 

My favorite place to watch wicked storms roll by.

A bit of sunset to end the day.

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About Restless Cube Dweller

Most of my adult life has been defined finding homes in unconventional places, and learning to interact positively with others. I've lived in the middle of nowhere, in small cities, in large cities, in the suburbs, and now in Dubuque, Iowa. This blog represents my musings about growing up, moving on, finding love, and eating well in the suburbs and beyond.
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