The shot I chose for today is this one:
I lived in this house when I was around 4 or 5 years old, maybe 6 (I started kindergarten when I lived in this house). I first heard the Beatles and Nancy Sinatra when I lived here. I had a few early mornings with my dad trying to teach me how to ride a bicycle here (we weren't successful until we moved to Chicago). I remembered me and my friend Hugh getting in trouble for taking the "long way" to school on the "busy road."
That road is no longer busy, if it ever was. But what I can't believe is that I was allowed to walk to school (and to the Huntington Swimming Pool) more or less alone.
It's somewhat of a wonderment I had no difficulty finding this house. I found "Creve Coeur" and "Olive St" on the St. Louis inset of a Missouri map. That's it. I lived there forty freakin' years ago, and the landscape has changed entirely. It was absolutely unrecognizable. Yet I took a series of long-forgotten right turns, and there I was. How did I know how to get here? It was oddly instinctual; I've not felt such a thing for a long time.
And I spent about an hour tonight fixing my camera. Let's hope I get more than one shot tomorrow.
2 comments:
Not only do I not remember the trees, I remember that there were no trees.
A bank had foreclosed upoon a bankrupt builder/developer so we were able to get a 95% loan on the total price of the house which was $19,500.
It seems that as trees go up, the value of money goes down.
Amazing to me that a 5 year old absorbed where the house was and how to get there. Smart kid!
I remember painting it dark jade green - up on a ladder on a very WINDY day.
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