Those Gas Stations from the past:
Now for Saturday..
It amazes me to see the homes that started off as dreams for families turn into a deteriorated dump. So many homes that fell into our budget have become worthless. Most will never bring the price of the land they set on, because it will cost so much to tear down.
Most of the places we looked to buy are trailers. Since we lived in trailers for many years, we do not object to trailer life. There was a time that the trailer made sense (and cents) as a home for newlyweds and a family. We raised our **two boys to grade school in a 42x8 trailer.
Trailers are no different than stick built homes if taken care of. Just like old never painted homes and barns, trailers also hold many sweet memories, moments of contentment and sadness. As I see mobile homes (trailers) like this:
I always think there are men and women somewhere who remember playing in this yard. Fighting unseen enemies, flying planes way up in the white clouds and riding horses of superb strength and speed..
Imagination still drives kids whether in the penthouse or a trailer in the country.
**Speaking of our sons, both are nearing SS age now and it was sorta neat that on I-95 Mark calls and asks his mom, “Where are you?”
“We are on I-95 headed North just inside Georgia.”
“I’ll wave as I pass, I am on 95 myself and should pass you in a few minutes.”
He did and we blew horns and waved. Sherry called and said we would see him in NC since he is headed that way.
An hour or so later Sherry got another call, “Hey Mom, where are you?” This was from JJ the older son who is a courier.
“We will be turning west on I-26 in a few minutes.”
“Great, I have a delivery going to a hospital in Charleston; we should pass on I 26 in about 30 minutes. I’ll wave like mad!”
He did, and we got a kick out of that. I told Sherry, “We raised a crazy unpredictable family didn’t we?”