More Than Words.
I thought I'd take a walk down memory lane to the house where I grew up.
My dad came home one day and announced to my mother that he just bought a house. There was no discussion; just an announcement. My mother almost had a fit when she got her first look at this last house on Roosevelt Avenue in Lindenhurst, New York. It was a fixer upper and in need of much tender loving care, that's for sure.
As kids we loved the fact that it was located across the street from Gehrlein's Boatyard. The clam boats lined the dock along the canal as the clam diggers boarded them each morning before daybreak.
My bedroom was upstairs in the front. I had a window seat that opened up and I could store all kinds of goodies in there. I used to line my dolls up on that window seat as I played teacher. My little sister Christine used to sit right in the middle of my dolls.
We had the original rickety wood ladder and we could climb up to the hatch that opened onto the roof. We used to take all of our friends up there to see the Great South Bay and the stars in the sky.
My brother and I both graduated from Lindenhurst High School. Those were good years with lots of fun and good memories. I've stayed in touch with many of my friends from childhood and recently got reaquainted with many through Facebook. How fun is that?
Don't forget to stop by and visit Alicia for Friday Photo Flashback.
Blessings and love,