One of the things we tend to do when we get older is remember the simpler times when we were younger. When…..cares and worries that we feel now were absent from our minds and thoughts back in those days.
Our biggest worries back then were making sure we got good grades, ate enough food, listened to our parents, and made sure we kept ourselves clean. Oh, if only those were the only worries we had when we grew up into adults, but sadly, life on this plane of existence is hardly that simple.
I think back now, and I realize that I could stand on the corner of the block where the house is that I grew up in, and I could name off over half a dozen people who lived in various locations just by turning 360 degrees standing still. I guess when you grow up in a small railroad town, it’s pretty easy to see how that could be possible – you tend to get to know a lot of people in a small area pretty fast.
If I look across the street, I see the little triangle-shaped park that was where 2 streets met up – sometimes part of it would flood during the summertime when the rains were heavier, but the rest of the time, it was just full of shade trees and grass.
If you turn to the right, there was a park on the block diagonally from our house – there was a path (and probably still is) where it goes from the corner down to the main sidewalk. At one time there was a park bench part-way down too. Not sure if it’s still there or not, but I still remember it. If you turned to the right slightly, you could see the house down on the corner where the Westerman family lived for a number of years. I got along with all of the kids pretty well – even had my first crush with the oldest sister of the family – that ended pretty strangely….a mystery I doubt I’ll ever solve.
Turn a bit more, and you’re looking across the street west over to Mr. & Mrs. Page’s place – they were an awesome couple who had a dog and a well-kept yard & garden. Mr. Page even had this HUGE Ham radio antenna that you could see from many blocks away. Next to them, I used to play with Glen, Mike, and Barry, who had grandparents who lived in the house with them, and then on the end of the block, we knew the Kerr family, who had a nice house with a HUGE shade tree in the front yard and a really cool pond in the back with a bridge over it.
Turn a bit more, and I saw the big yard of the family who lived there (never got to know them), and then I knew a very young Sally Krum (never knew her mother’s name), and then Mrs. Freeman lived next to them – and then turn a bit more, and you’re staring back at my house – well, what used to be my house anyway.
All these people and places – and you could easily see all of them – right from my corner.