Backyard
The Island
The Boat Landing
My Street
On the morning of my Dad's funeral, I went back to see the house where I grew up. There are few more houses on the street and the trees seem to have doubled in size, but my house is still there & essentially the same. My dad put a birdhouse in the backyard probably 30 years ago; it is still there. It looks like the people who live there still use our old dock & my mom's clothesline!! Kevin has never driven on a frozen lake, so he was christened on the first lake that I drove on. Lake Julia. So nice to take pictures of places that I loved as a child.
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I can remember sledding in the winter and the tree house in the summer. Good times! As a visitor, I also loved the walk from your house to Grandma and Grandpa's.
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