You can fall in love at first sight with a place as well as a person.
July 25th - it was love at first sight
There are places we fall in love with. We fall hard and we fall fast.
I remember a house I fell in love with. I’d occasionally pass by it on my way to somewhere else. It was on a street I used to cut through on my way to the bank, the grocery store, to the dentist and the doctor’s office.
I drove by it many years and fell in love with it. The house was surrounded by big trees and had lots of shade on hot sunny days. It had a little balcony over the front door with a flag pole mounted on it and I could just imagine standing there watching the flag flying in the breeze.
It had a sun room off to the side that was lined with many windows and I often thought how nice it would be to sit inside and watch life go by.
How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you — you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences — like rags and shreds of your very life.
How I wish I had pictures to show you, but sadly I don’t. I can still see it all right there in my mind.
As it turned out we bought that house and lived there for 17 wonder filled years. I miss that house that I fell in love with, but the memories that were made there will never fade away.
We laughed and loved there and raised our family and had so many hopes and dreams. It is unforgettable.
Some memories are unforgettable, remaining ever vivid and heartwarming!
Joseph B. Wirthlin
The pictures today are of a house in a museum I visited. It was built inside a building to preserve the contents. A house inside a house. I loved the feeling it radiated. A pioneering spirit of the times when people were building a new country.