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Sunday, July 19, 2009

Small town Sunday


When Mom was on vacation to the Pacific Northwest last week, she visited a very small town in Gray's Harbor County that held a part of her childhood: Her great-grandma's house. She drove by an' had to take a photograph of the house. It doesn't look as pretty or well-kept as it did in the late '70s an' early '80s. Mom doubts that there's still a huge garden in the backyard, either. Mom remembers learning to make beaded Christmas ornaments, admiring the paintings an' feather dioramas, eatin' frozen chocolate-covered bananas, an' havin' to be furry, furry quiet while visiting.

Mom's great-grandma had little birdies living in a cage in the dining room ... but no kitties or woofies. It doesn't sound like a furry fun place to visit to me ... I wonder if the current owners of that house know of the furry, furry, furry famous little boy who once visited his auntie at that house? Probably not ...

11 comments:

The Whiskeratti said...

Wavies, Daisy! We hope y'all have a good, relaxing Sunday!

pughy said...

Lots of memories evoked there on that visit..

Enjoy your Sunday..

Hugs GJ xx

Angel and Kirby said...

Sweet memories. I go past my Grand mothers hosse and a,sad because it was turned into a place of business. YOu have us wondering who that little boy was!

Eric and Flynn said...

It's good to look back sometimes and remember happy memories. Please do tell who the famous little boy was.

Cheysuli and gemini said...

I don't know... visiting a house with birds? I'd like that!

Jan's Funny Farm said...

This made me feel nostalgic for my old home.

Cheyenne -Millie said...

Memories that are good .... mom calls them golden moments!

Simba and Jazzi said...

What lovely memories.

Simba and Jazzi xx

The Devil Dog said...

It is great to have such wonderful memories of a place.

Roxy

Jake and Bathsheba said...

So, just who was that boy . . . .

~Bathsheba

LC, Ayla, and Iza said...

I once drove past the house I lived in when 3-9 years old. I didn't dare knock on the door. I wish I had.

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