Archive for July, 2010

Our long-awaited trip to Texas finally happened last week. When vacation time is limited, and you have more than two places you’d like to go, at least one of them always has to get deleted. For us, Texas has always been that place. But this year, we were able to make it happen, and I’m so glad we did.
Texas has always been a favorite of mine. I don’t love it like the natives do, but I do love parts of it, for sentimental reasons mostly. My entire family (and I do mean entire) except for me and my sister was born in Texas, so with relatives filling up half the state, it was the consistent vacation spot during my childhood summers. We split our time each year between the relatives, so parts of our vacation were spent going here and there, but the one constant year after year was Grandma and Grandpa’s house. It’s what comes to mind when I think of summer vacation, playing with cousins or visiting grandparents. It’s where I first rode a four-wheeler, swung in a hammock and climbed through a barbed-wire fence. It’s the reason why I love pine trees–the smell, the blanket of pine needles underneath with sticks and pinecones scattered everywhere, the branches reaching way into the sky. And it’s the reason why I have a strong attraction to Spanish-style houses, red roofs and charming household courtyards. This was the place where all the good stuff happened.

I’m thankful that my boys got to visit there. There’s something magical about walking through a place with my kids where I used to play as a kid myself. They may not remember it when they’re grown, but I’ll remember the joy of showing them all the best spots about Grandma’s house. I was able to get pictures of most of my favorite bits and pieces, but there were so many places inside that I never took pictures of and wish I had–the red lamp in the big bedroom upstairs, the chair and desk and mirror in the little bedroom, the green bathroom, the red bathroom, the blue bathroom, the wooden cutouts in the doorways downstairs that Grandpa copied from his childhood home, and all kinds of knick-knacks and pictures that belong only in that house.
Grandma has the house up for sale now, and I couldn’t help but think as I went about the place that it might be the last time I went through that door and walked through those trees and swung in that hammock. And if it indeed was, I’ll be forever grateful for these pictures, and most especially for the memories.


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inspired by soulemama

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Made in honor of Frederick. I guess I shouldn’t expect their originality to carry over in naming their mice.

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