A blog about genealogy and thoughts about the various roots and branches of my family tree as well as the times in which my ancestors lived.Included are the West, White,and McFarland families.WARNING:DO NOT TAKE ALL OF MY FAMILY RECORDS AS GOSPEL. ALWAYS CONFIRM YOUR OWN RESEARCH!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
THE HOUSE THAT STOOD HERE.
The house that stood here
was big and white, and nearly a century old.
It had a big kitchen, a walk-through bathroom,
And a small cold pantry where we kept the feral kittens.
There was an old barn beside it with a rotten floor,
And every night, except in winter,
Swallows flew in and out at twilight
Swooping and darting about, catching bugs.
There was an arbor with a grapevine
That we sat under in the summertime
And a lawn so big
It had to be cut in stages.
This is where we were living when I woke
My sister in the morning with a rocket ship's roar.
And this is where we were living when she
Married my friend from high school.
I forget how long we lived there.
Was it two years? Three?
Then we moved away from there
And thirty years later, the house is gone.
A housing development sits there now.
New houses with new memories.
But the houses don't make the memories.
It's the people inside them that do.
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3 comments:
beautiful..I could picture the inside from just your words. Thanks for sharing.
Doesn't it feel strange to go back to a place where we once lived and find it gone, with a new building there? It makes me sad when that happens. That is a beautiful, touching post.
Thank you for such a beautiful picture in words, Bill.zx
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