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|Have You Ever Done Something...; you know will make you cry? Important!|
|Topic Started: Jul 20 2007, 12:06 PM (65 Views)|
|Mark||Jul 20 2007, 12:06 PM Post #1|
Mark: Today, as I was mowing yards for nearly everybody in Crandall (7 yards), I was mowing the yard right next to the house my Grandfather built by hand way back when, and my Mom, and (partly me) grew up there. I couldn't help but notice the week before last, the old homestead was up for sale (because the lady my Grandfather sold the house to died a while back, and her family finally doesn't need the house anymore), but today, there was no sign in the yard, and the yard needed mowing, and I'll be danged if I'm gonna let the place reflect badly on my heritage, and my second cousin who still lives right next door....so....
...I proceeded to mow (mostly for sentimentality, but some for logical reasons), and when I started mowing the back yard, the same fence that held my very first dog (Gretchen) is still standing, and looking great. I couldn't help but think of her running faster than I've ever seen any dog run before around that yard! I remembered her crying for attention when she spotted me coming outside.
I remembered the hole she dug by a pine tree to stay cool in the summer (it wasn't there anymore). As I mowed, big tears rolled down my cheek, and I felt like a little kid who'd just lost his dog again. :crybaby: It was the saddest personal moment for me since I lost my last beloved dog, Jean-Luc. (now look, here I am crying again!:crybaby:)
I then proceeded to mow another part of the yard next to a concrete sidewalk. That particular piece of concrete is very important and memorable for me. It's where I tied my first shoe-string...all by myself. :crybaby: Those times will never come again...all we have are the memories, so why is remembering them so sad? I guess because of what I just said...those times will never happen again, and they were good times.
Life is short, we should enjoy every little moment of joy that comes our way with all our hearts, and souls.
Some people give and forgive;others get and forget.
People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.
Happiness consists in activity--it is a running stream, not a stagnant pool.
The way to be happy is to make others happy.
The best gifts are tied with heartstrings.
|Jabra_Pride||Jul 20 2007, 04:45 PM Post #2|
Kind of the same story for me.
Burien is where I grew up at my grandmothers house. It was small but during the winter my grandmother would buy alot of bread and thus the kitchen smelled like bread and butter. It was the house where I learned to ride a bike, climb a tree, 'hack' at sticker bushes, and basically learned how to be a boy. It was also the house where my father grew up and his old tree fort still stood (mostly) high up in a tree.
Well my grandmother decided to move into an apartment and sold it to her friend, who later sold it to self styled contractors. They butchered the heck out of the house, tore out the tree where I learned to climb, tore out the fence where I threw up after eating crayons and tore down the tree that had the tree fort in it. But that is allright though, I will have my memories.
|Don't worry about the world ending today, it's already tomorrow in Australia -Charles Schulz|
|RapCityNBlu||Jul 23 2007, 11:32 AM Post #3|
I felt the same way a few years ago going back to where I grew up. We lived in the country -- eleven miles from the nearest town. Now it is all subdivisions with ticky-tacky (expensive IMO) houses. My dad said that they would never build below us on the road because it was in the little valley, we were halfway up the hill. He was wrong. As soon as the grandkids of the original owner was able to sell the land the road was regraded to make the hill less steep and now there are expensive homes there too.
The only thing that bothered me about going back was that the township put in a swiming pool on property they bought from a farmer at the end of the road. Wish they had done that when I was growing up because it is in walking distance from where I lived.
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