Last Sunday, before we boarded our plane to fly back home to Utah, Mike drove me by my old neighborhood. The brick pillar is the first sign which indicated where to turn into my old childhood neighborhood; off of Glisan onto 108th Avenue in Portland, Oregon. This pillar is where the children from my neighborhood lined-up to catch the bus for school, we'd have races to the pillars and other games were played around the pillar. The neighborhood looked like it had shrunk. Is that possible or are my memories bigger than life? The old house had changed so much, it didn't look like my home. I shed a few tears. Good thing Mike understood how I was feeling. What are the signs you think of when you think about the home you grew-up in?
My parents moved into Lorene Park in 1954, the year my older sister was born. I remember Mom stating that the neighborhood use to be a peach orchard.
My parents moved into Lorene Park in 1954, the year my older sister was born. I remember Mom stating that the neighborhood use to be a peach orchard.
