Saturday, November 15, 2008

View From the Porch

This is the new Chick-Fil-A as seen from the porch.

When I first came to live with mom and dad in 1998 we could sit on this porch and look out these same windows and see a pond with trees surrounding it and extending both directions as far as we could see.

When I was a child there was this huge Cottonwood tree about where the Chick-Fil-A is being built. Then the creek area was thick with trees and there were some old bridges and it was a great place for a little boy to play.

There is not much left on the porch now. Just a few chairs and a table that we used to use for family gatherings. Eventually I will find a place to use these things but we will be storing them until then.

Across the street east is a car wash that can be seen through the window. On the corner is a tire place. Dad and Mom and I watched them build both those buildings. We thought it was quite exciting at the time.

Dad and Mom never could understand why people would pay to have their cars washed. And they thought the car wash wasted a lot of water and made a lot of noise. But I met the fellow that owns it and mostly the water is recycled.

The porch used to be such a friendly and welcoming place but now it seems lonely and sad.

This isn't a view from the porch. I was standing in the living room and looking down towards the entry. A bunch of furniture that is going to be given away is stored there in a big jumble.

When I saw how the chairs were just scattered about up and down the stairs it made me think of chaos. It hurt my feelings but no more than the rest of the demolition.

Mostly this furniture is just worn out. Some of it was so bad we just put in the big dumpster. Most of it is going to one charity or another that can use it. Some will be stored and reused someday.

We found someone who wanted the old freezer and took it. That thing is well over 30 years old.

We found people who needed the kitchen appliances except the microwave. We'll find a home for it eventually. Most of that equipment is not very old.

Some of the stone remained when I took this photo. People have been stopping and asking if we would sell the stone.

It is stored securely. Probably it is unlikely that someone would have gone to the trouble to steal it but we all agreed that it would hurt us if it happened so we're putting it behind locked doors and a security system.

My brother told me that this stone is no longer quarried.


Lori1955 said...

As I read this, I can feel your saddness. I guess that seeing the new being built and the old being torn down really does prove that life goes on whether we like it or not.

~Betsy said...

These memories must be strong and they sound like wonderful ones - especially when you talked about it being a wonderful place for a little boy to play. Hang in there.

nancy said...

I sensed strong emotions as I read your post. I can only imagine your conflicting feelings. Thinking of you and keeping you in my prayers.