... a long, long time ago. There were days,
even in the not so distant past, when back to school meant physically going back on the day after Labor Day, that's the way it was when I was a kid. This is me, back in those days, my fourth grade school picture. We were lucky enough to be able to take a trip back to those places where I attended elementary school last week. We have been FaceTiming with my family in New England since the COVID crisis began, but we really needed to see them in person, even for a very short time. This trip up there took some doing: COVID tests to make 100% sure we were negative and then self-quarantining until it was time to leave. We packed our food and gallons of sanitizer in the car, no stopping; (except for bathrooms and fuel) and drove straight up to their home- 865 miles.
It was great to be able to hug my mom and dad again! We arrived on the 6th and drove back home, in identical fashion, on the 11th. Whew, it was a fast-paced, jam-packed few days! One day, last week, the decision was made to make a trip down to my hometown (also my Dad's). Mr. G and I, along with Mom and Dad, jumped in the car for the two hour drive
back home.
I thought that our road trip was fun, but there's much truth to the old saying that "you can't go home again". My Dad had hoped to see his old homestead, my grandparents home; much has been renovated and changed in the last year but the trees and shrubs have grown so large surrounding the house that it was almost impossible to see the place at all, that made him sad. My mother was very disappointed in our old house, next door to my grandparents home, where I grew up; the exterior paint color has changed and other alterations have occurred since they sold it. Time marches on, but it's hard; and especially so as one grows older.
I thoroughly enjoyed the day visiting my old schools. Sadly, the biggest thing missing last week were the sounds and sights of children inside and outside the schools. The physical appearance of the buildings has changed dramatically, except for the school where I attended second grade, that school housed three second grade classrooms back then. Two were upstairs, one to the right and one to the left of the front door. My classroom was downstairs on the back of the building. sadly, those windows have been boarded over, thwarting my hope to peek inside. I was able to look in the window of the back door and remembered going up and down those steps, it looks exactly the same as it did in my mind, the cafeteria was downstairs there too, on the other side of the lower level (the building now temporarily houses the town's library). That oak tree behind the school where I spent the most number of years looks the same too, except for the fact that there used to be a bench built all around that tree; I recall that we would race out the door at recess time to claim spaces on that bench! The school where I attended sixth grade was brand-new when I entered for that single year before moving on to Jr. High. Those double doors were the main doors back then, there's a new entrance and another wing has been added in the last 55 years-- ha, imagine that! I did speak with the school secretary here. She came outside and introduced herself, she wanted to see why an old lady was photographing the school! She had questions about the way things used to be that I could actually answer. We commiserated about the current state of things; she, too, misses the students!
We spent Labor Day doing something quintessentially New England in my parents backyard;
and, yes, it was as every bit as delicious as it looks.
Friday morning, bright and early, it was time to bid good-byes; always the hardest part, and hit the road once again. We have no idea what the fall will bring and when we'll be traveling again, but we made the most of our time together for a few, brief, golden days. I'll have a few more posts this week about our northern adventures. Thanks for joining me today on my trip down memory lane, it was such an enjoyable trip to take and one that's always more fun with friends along.
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Life is Good!
So, speaking of that screen porch: Mr. Goodneedle added a planter wall across the back of the adjoining patio during the construction process. I transplanted some straggly daylilies that had been neglected. These were a gift from Quiltkeemosabe, years ago. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I had let them go. Little did I know, they were far from "done"; but were simply looking for a sunnier location to spread and grow. 
