I need to correct the only error I’ve ever made in my life. I said last week that Grasshopper No.4 was our only “Summers” child meaning he was the only one born during the Summer months. Technically, Grasshopper No.1 is also a Summer’s child being born on Sept.19. I apologize to No1. I wonder what my second mistake in life will be?
Your Mom and I happened to mosey through Plymouth last week. Her family occupied the big home “on the hill”. We took a few minutes to walk around the block. It has been almost 30 years since the old homestead was sold. Of course it is different. The house still needs painting, there are unsightly bushes, vines and weeds everywhere. I have memories of the lawn back in the 1960’s. Grandpa George had the property landscaped and put in a new lawn. He declared war on weeds. I remember him on “hands and knees” pulling out rogue weeds. The front lawn was as close to “perfect” as possible. No more! If you look today, weeds rule.
The Plymouth house “on the hill” once had a covered front porch circling the front and side of the building. It was a reminder of the old south. It was perfect for a rocking chair during a warm summer rain. It was dismantled for a stone front needing less maintenance. If a person had enough money (and family nostalgia), it would be fun to go back and restore the home to it’s original design. Your Mom and I could “rock” on the front porch and our kids could come to visit. What a bunch of bullsh–! It is fun to fantasize.
Alas, we can’t go back but there are over 40 years of memories in the Plymouth “house on the hill”. With memories you can go back.
Love,
Dad