Life changes, moves on and now it's time for new memories. This week we closed on my mother's home - the home my parents built and my siblings and I grew up in. Mom lived there for 59 years and it holds the echo of our laughter as we played together and grew into adults. I couldn't wait to get out of the house and make my own way in life. But now I realize what an idyllic childhood we had. I grew up in a time when we walked to school (and no, it was not 5 miles uphill each way) and played outside with all of the neighborhood kids. We played kick the can and made a tree house and a go-cart that could only turn left. And when the street light came on, it was time to go inside.
This week a new, young family will be moving in to start making their own memories on a wonderful street in a small town in mid America! Forgive me if I am a bit nostalgic!