Friday, October 10, 2014

:: I Took a Walk-

Recently , with camera in hand…
Through my Home Town.

  Cemetery Gate

It’s sort of weird calling this my home town,because well… I wasn’t born here.

  momument with cross

I didn’t grow up here.  Unless you count all those years that my children were small—and I was learning right beside them;  a young mom, when I got here and living here into my my Grandmother hood. I tend to count all that.

  Calaboose window and bars

I’ve never lived any place else—for as long as I’ve lived here.  Even my childhood home?  I only lived there 13 yrs.; between the ages of 5-18 I lived there with my parents. But I lived here in this small town, almost 19 years, come this January.

drainage ditch other side

I don’t know when people start to consider you Home Folk here… but I do call this place my home. I raised my kiddos here.  I have a grandbaby buried here.  Not in the cemetery pictured;  but in the one at the end of our road.  Yes… we have an Old cemetery at the end of our road.  Beautiful peaceful place. Looks out over a serene valley.

  drainage ditch- trestle back of town

So, I took my camera one Sunday afternoon.  Drove into town all by myself and parked.  I got out and walked around town and took pictures of my Home Town.  It’s interesting to see these things so up close and personal.  Some of them… I didn’t even know where there.

  Kemp downtown doors

Most of it so sad and forgotten looking. I saw things I’d never noticed before.  Beautiful things.  Right there under our noses.

  Kemp corner

I reached out to touch different parts. I felt the bricks. Touched the grass in the cemetery and watched it drift in the breeze.  I felt of the chippy paint on the gate there and noticed the baling wire, wrapped around the latch to help keep it closed. 

I wondered what this town was like back in it hay-day. Even with it’s age, and decay… I wanted to stop and give notice to it’s beauty.  

I had a wonderful time—but I think it would be fun to have Honey along next time.

I have more to show you… some interesting sights and facts to share about our little town. A story of criminal proportion… a legend.  Coincidental Family connection?  And some interesting monuments in the cemetery.

October 10 Post Card

‘Til next time, Be Blessed!

Therefore be careful how you walk, not as unwise men but as wise, making the most of your time, because the days are evil. So then do not be foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is.~ Ephesians 5:15-17
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A Daughter of the King said...

Thank you for the pictorial tour of your hometown. I'm the opposite. I've lived here for all but 20 years of my 58 year life and my hometown is still where I came from, creating a Buffalo-like space around my desert dwelling, pretending I'm still there with the lush green and the seasons. Maybe I should gather up my camera and my "honey" and explore a bit.

Revi said...

Love that you looked at your town in a deeper new way. That gate is pretty wonderful!

Audrey said...

Love this post Pat. The pictures are wonderful ... especially the cemetery gate ... the steel bars and brick window ... the old culvert under the road ... well, I like them all.
Thanks for sharing.
Audrey Z. @ Timeless Treasures

Claudia said...

I love all these photos, Pat. There is such beauty around us and I think most of us aren't aware of it until we pull out the camera and see it with fresh eyes. The hometown question is an interesting one. I'm not sure what my hometown is now. I'd guess Dearborn Michigan where I was born and raised, but I lived in Philadelphia and Boston for five years each, San Diego for eight years, and believe it or not, we've been out here in the NY area for 13 years now! And nine in our little cottage. But still, I don't know how to answer the question, "Where's your hometown?" Isn't that silly?