Anytime I'm up that way, I always drive by our old house. After hearing Miranda Lambert's song "The House that Built Me", I thought it might be fun to actually stop in and say hello to the owners. Of course, that song is a little bit sad, but my visit was far from sad. The owner was very gracious to show me around and let me take photos, and listen to all my little stories about living there. I think he himself was fascinated by the experience. One funny thing - every time I mentioned my folks he'd ask if they were still alive. Yep, they're still alive and kickin' it.
This is the view from the back porch.
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I love that house too. For some reason, I cry when I see it.
wow...whadda view - "if I paint that picture enough times, God said he'd give it to me..." It's one of those kind of views!
Yeah, the house makes me feel sentimental too, Mom. Maybe because it was the first house that was really ours. It was a happy house for sure.
I haven't painted it yet, Catherine, but I've photographed it enough that God might still give it to me ;)
Nice post and I'm very glad that your folks are alive and kickin'!
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