down memory lane

    It started last week when I wanted to write something  to my cousin who was turning 70.  Something  worth reading.  We were invited to a  small, family gathering and it was so special to be included.

So, the memories were flowing.  We had grown up just a few blocks from each other and spent many birthdays, holidays and just family times together.   

We left Bellevue with  snow on the ground, but hardly any had fallen as we travelled west. 

Our route took a different turn, so to speak, since the 520 bridge was closed for the weekend.   So we drove on I-90 and down Rainier avenue.   This street I had been on at least 1,000 times.  So much has changed.  As we got close to Jackson street I remember the service station where Grandpa used to get gas.  In those days, the attendant pumped the gas for you.   

And there it was..well what is left of it.

The Shell station... behind that fence... where the man who took care of us had become a friend.  He used a cane, he was missing one leg,  he called himself "Crip"  he was a black gentleman.

Why do I remember that?   Well, hasn't  our world changed?   

The next stop is the Seattle Tennis Club.  Right on Lake Washington. A beautiful place.  I have been with my cousins to wedding receptions and showers. I think this was the first birthday. 

And here she is.... ready for the dessert... But that is part of another story.

I live an exciting life

home

 As we walked down the path  I wondered what she was thinking

         the path she had walked so many times during the 20 + years she lived here

It had been several years since she had been back, home.  

Her first comments were directed to the hydrangeas,  she had helped with the garden plans years ago

        Now she could wisely say that they would thrive if  we pruned them way back

We had benefitted from her horticulture degree and she loved it

The front door is open...

Inside we passed through the kitchen.  Not ready for coffee, but always ready for shortbread

Pictures on the frig had changed, but still showing off the most loved in  life, family

While the others were wanting to play " hide the beanie babies" she sat down to play the piano.

I had always wanted each of the kids to learn to play through the hymnbook.  Did not happen, but I am always blessed to hear someone play those ivories besides me

Soon, everyone was trying to find the beanie babies....almost time to head out and on to Seattle.. but first a check in her "shoebox"    Sure enough, a few odd things had collected for her to check out.

And the hour was over, maybe an hour and 20 minutes.  The rest of the weekend was here and there and yes, the reason for the trip was a big BIG birthday party.  

Just before heading to the airport, a final hug and " I love you, hope to stay longer next time" 

And, I hope that is soon

I hope that is a promise