When I was 8 years old we moved into this home. At that time it had won a beautification award from our city. That was so many years ago.
Now my mother and daddy had to leave it to come live with me before my mother went into a nursing home. It couldn't be helped. My sister and I could not longer care for her.
A few weeks ago, my homeplace was sold from the steps of the local courthouse. It sold only for the taxes owed on it.
The sad part of this story is that my parents could have deeded this house to their children seven years before they got sick and we would still have it. But it didn't happen as planned, and we all lost with the Medicaid Law.
This is a photo of the right side of our home.
This is a photo of the left side back porch.
This is a photo of part of the back of the house. I always reminded me of a house that one may see in California or at the beach because it is designed beautifully. Right now the way it looks, is not the way it looked when I was growing up.
Yet when I went in it to get whatever I could, I was surprised to find more 'stuff'. This included old photographs, letters, and my mom's poetry and stories.
Have a blessed day!
And here's to the good times to the home I grew up in until I got married at the age of 19 and moved away.