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Saturday, July 05, 2008

A WALK DOWN CHANCE ROAD

As I mentioned in a previous post, we lived on the Chance road from 1963 to 1967. It seems like we were there much longer than that. We had four children then and 15 acres of adventures. My grandson lives on the Chance Road now and when we were there for Dylan's birthday party my three girls and I walked down the road, reminiscing while I took scads of photos.
Unfortunately the person who lives there now has turned it into a junk yard and I'm mad as a wet hen about it. I don't know if he is in the construction business or what but the old place sure looks sad now. In fact I was so disgusted with the present condition of the place that I took one of my photos to Photoshop and cleaned up all the junk, making it look more like it did when we lived there. We had the lovely fields with daisy's and buttercups dancing in the breeze around the cattle. My kids loved to run in the tall grass and sometimes I had a hard time seeing them in it. The long building is a large shop. We never used it but we did use the barn in the center of the picture. It had a coral and we had lots of fences up back then to keep the cows and horses in. The driveway in the foreground is the neighbors.

This photo of the shop was taken from Chance Road. I liked how the trees on each side framed the shot. Beyond the shop is down a hill to a wooded area and the creek where we loved to explore. There was a steep bank all overgrown above the creek. One day while walking with the kids I saw something glittering from the bank and went to explore. Imagine my surprise when I dug out two perfectly good pieces of Carnival glass. Both were vases, one blue and one green. You should have seen what that bank looked like when we moved. LOL Apparently previous owners from many years back had used the canyon for their dump.
This is the lower driveway to the house which used to be quite small. It has been remodeled a few times since we lived there. I planted several Douglas Fir and Ponderosa Pines in the front of the house and they obviously thrived as they are huge now. I remember having to water them every day throughout the hot summer months. I like this picture of Gilmer's Apple Orchard. It was getting pretty dark so I used a flash. I haven't decided if it looks more serene or spooky! Pea would say the fairys are about to come out and dance around the tree trunk.
The above picture was taken in the morning on September of 1965 on the first day of school. My three girls, (left to right) Patty, Kathy and Cyndi are walking up the Chance Road to the bus stop at the top of the hill.
How many mothers know the horrid sadness that fills a mothers heart when their children go off to school? I hated it, and if home schooling had been an option you better believe I'd have kept them home.

Here are my girls now, 43 years later, walking up the Chance Road, And yes, they are even in the same order, Patty on the far left, Kathy in center and Cyndi on the right. That my dear friends was not planned. It just seems to be the way they like to walk together.

I hope you enjoyed visiting the Chance Road.

It has always been a special place to me. I have often wondered if it was really the place itself, or was it the precious time spent with my family there that keep my memories of it so alive. I guess it doesn't really matter as long as I can still feel the joy I knew when I cooked and cleaned, and went exploring with my little ones at our little farm on the Chance Road.

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