It's Five Minute Friday when I link up with Lisa-Jo of The Gypsy Mama. We are given a word to write on each week for five minutes flat. Our word for today is: ROOTS.
I remember the day we moved in. The house was old. My dad bought it without my mother ever seeing it. The stairs creaked as my brother and I raced up the stairs to claim our bedroom. I got the one in front. The window seats would work perfectly for my many dolls. Memories surface of days when I played teacher with my little sister perched in the middle of the dolls. They made perfect students!
My baby sister and parents settled in downstairs bedrooms. There was one bathroom and it was downstairs. There was an outdoor well in the backyard that would occasionally overflow when the tide was very high. Yuck; I can still recall that smell.
But the best part of living here in Lindenhurst was being near the water. The canal was across the street. Clam boats lined the docks. The boat yards were easily navigated and I found I could run through them jumping from dock to dock. The smell of salt water was in the air.
I had undergone open heart surgery less than one year earlier. This was a fresh start for my family. A day to build roots in a new community. A place to create memories. A time to get to know our neighbors and stay put.
I moved to Lindenhurst, Long Island in 1961. Although I've since moved cross country, this is where my roots were established. And today my hometown is hurting after the devastation of Hurricane Sandy. The canal I loved overflowed and flooded my old neighborhood.
I wrote about the impact of the hurricane on Lindenhurst in a post here. Please continue to pray for those who still cannot return to their homes.
Blessings and love,