Every October, the blog world is bedazzled by posts with autumn photos taken by the blogger her/himself. It makes me hunger for and a little bit jealous of the world “back where” there is such a thing as autumn.
Here in Wildfire season in California, the fall colors don’t exist, except for a sweet gum tree that also sheds little spike balls. What I do have are photos taken in late October 2009 on a walk with my brother, Don. The photos taken were put into an album to give as a Christmas present for my mother who was in fading and failing health.
So, here are some memories of Autumn and a small town, in 2009:
An old house next to the bank
Mom's neighbor. Mom could tell me who they are, who there parents were...
Small rental apartments next to the train track. This
used to be a veterinarian office when I was young.
A house near the local funeral home
After my father retired from farming, he visited with at the John Deere
store every day. Sometimes he drove to another John Deere store to pick
up parts. These was pre-computer ordering.
The Methodist Church (which is in the sidebar). Young couples
would meet on benches (out of sight) and talk/kiss.
This log house was saved and then moved to this site. It dates back to 1820
and across from Stark Nursery, where the first Delicious apples were
created by someone who brought up a "scion" from Kentucky which
was grafted and cross-pollinated.
This house was restored and is now occupied by some very hard working
people whom my mom knew. Yes, she could cite their lineage. We
stopped and peeked in the windows while it was still
under construction. Mom had no shame, and was friendly with everyone, who
also knew her lineage.
Somewhere this road will come to an end.
These are Autumn memories from a past shared by Mom, brother Don, and me.