FOR SALE: When I first moved here, I watered the St Augustine lawn and weeded the flower beds, even before I closed on the loan. Faces stole peeks constantly through lace curtains, but a close friend told me this was the place to buy, and he was right. Years have gone by, and the modest, but well positioned, little street stood proud amid an alley of various large trees and proudly kept yards, always clipped, and swept for the weekends like prized show horses. Time has marched on, people have died or moved, and there is a new crop of youngsters on whom a modest gentility is lost. Wonderful, vintage cars carefully garaged have been replaced by pickups and dragsters, although the street is quite short. I carefully tend Mrs. Chattertons decades old gardens, Maureen across the street has gone to her rest. Doris left for a trip to Colorado to visit her son and never returned Months passed, and finally the son came, cleared things out and sold her immaculate, little house. Its never been the same. Another couple came and went with new baby, then another, then the sign. When Doris and Maureen left, they took a gentility and class that has never returned, and Im afraid wont. Usually a sale sign out front is a sad thing, but in this case, it promises a hope that the next owners will look around them and see a gem, and to introduce themselves to great people. Hopefully they will take down the barriers, and invisible guard towers which are not needed. In all honesty I wish them a bon voyage and a happy future which very well could have happened right here. I read somewhere long ago a snipit from a poem I think: They judged gold by silver standards. One final experience: When I bought my house, I had NOTHING, not even a broom. I asked the agent to approach Mrs. Chatterton who was in a nursing home with the request that she leave all appliances. I remember thinking that I could make it with an ice chest, hot plate and go out to do laundry. Her reply: Tell the young man, that he is welcome to them. Im not sure they are all in working order, but of course they will remain for his use. My daughter and I moved into out little nest, and I experienced some of the happiest years of my life, right here. This says so much about the character and gracious nature of the residents of Woodrow Avenue, a little piece of Heaven. Thank you, God, for my little house. As someone said, that little house will wrap its arms around you........................and it has. Very grateful.
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 16:55:48 +0000
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