I did this pen and ink drawing long ago. The house reminds me of my grandparent's home. It was my favorite place to visit.
They had a porch swing and a trellis that morning glories climbed. There were old apple trees and lilacs growing nearby. In the summer the windows would be open and the fragrance would permeate the rooms.
A railroad track ran behind the property. Early in the morning the whistle would wake me. Sixty- six years later when I hear the sound of a train I am transported back to that sweet time.
When I was about four or five the state came to tell my grandparents they would have to move because a major highway was going to be built and run through their land. It was a sad time for my grandma because this had been where she grew up.
I remember my last time there, walking through the rooms slowly, climbing the steps to the upstairs where I slept when I stayed overnight (which was often) and feeling angry that this lovely house was being torn down.
Fortunately Grandma and Grandpa found a very nice place to move and there were several acres where my brother and I could play. We had many years and memories of that home as well. Yet it always lacked something. It was never like their first one. When I need to escape in a nostalgic moment this is where I often go. The memories warm my heart and once again this safe haven embraces me.
Thanks for letting me share this long ago home with you. Bet some of you have a similar childhood place too. Would love to hear about it. Have a lovely week.
Hugs!
Debbie
"My people will live in peaceful dwelling places, in secure homes, in undisturbed places of rest." Isaiah:32:18 (NIV)