Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Wasn't it Just Yesterday?

It's strange... I didn't think it would affect me at all considering I moved away from the family home 40 years ago, but... I found myself laying awake last night walking from room to room and about the yard of the house that was sold yesterday and now belongs to a stranger.

I paused at each doorway, looking around (all in my mind of course) remembering events or views from 40, 45, 50 years and more ago. I remember sharing a bedroom with my older brother, of riding a pedal car round and round the basement and crashing into the hot water tank, of playing badminton in the back yard with my mother, of mowing the lawn, the smell of the lilac bush in the corner, the maple tree and the gold fish that lived in the little pond near where two dogs are buried.

I remember picking potato bugs off the plants in the garden and shielded flashlights searching out night crawlers for fishing the next day.  I remember the flower beds with the Begonia and Gladiola plants that my father took such pride in each year and sitting on the front porch in the evenings playing I spy with my little eye...

I remember the Saturday night hockey games on TV (only 3 English channels and 1 French with just 6 teams in those days) when my Uncle Cecil would come over, bringing hot dogs and buns for a late night snack. I remember good times and not so good times, of card games and crockinole matches and playing marbles using a hole we had chipped out in the cement floor of the basement and the dart games that we never could beat my father at.

I remember the planting of the cedar hedge around the property that replaced the Chinese Elm trees that were dying out and playing on the board piles along the river, and being reminded by the sting of a willow switch on the back of my bare legs that I wasn't supposed to be so close to the edge of the river bank.

I remember the annual making of the dressing from the secret recipe my Grandmother had written out on a piece of paper towel (that I still have) and the challenge and discomfort of seeing who could eat the most at Christmas dinner (3 guys and only 2 drumsticks).  I remember a thousand details that in time became me...

I remember.... no, that's enough.... time to move on... again.

April 15, 2014.

Just took this photo a few minutes ago.  Last year I switched back to my summer tires on April 16th and it snowed on the 20th.  I think I'll wait one more week before I change them this year.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Take Good Care of it Please...

End of an era...  The house in HUNTINGVILLE (Not Sherbrooke) has been sold.  Built nail by nail by my Father and Grandfather in 1955 it has now passed on to a young family moving up from Toronto.  My Dad can now spend his time playing golf, fishing, sugaring, hunting and all the other fun things he has earned and enjoys.    I hope the new owners won't mind if I drive by slowly and take a look in the driveway one day.