saturday evenings with mr. t.

it's that time again.tonight he will be talking about our grandparents house,and changes.so here we go...

Yeh, I could see updating the house like that even if I owned it. I would probably at least want the wood deck and porch roof, and the siding looks nice. I was under the impression that the original "new" siding was merely dark wood, and then they covered it with grayish vinyl, but that could have been they tore off the old green composition siding and left it bare for a short while. But that terrible kayak shed thing in the driveway (out of the photo, blocked by tree branches in foreground) would have to go. In it's place I would put a giant fender twin reverb amp, right? NOT. Just the old two track driveway with white tractor tires at the entrance!

The driveway to the barn (now gone too) is gone forever. Overgrowth of twenty years of grass, weeds, bushes trees. But the old pine tree at the end of the driveway at the road is still there. You cannot tell there was ever a driveway or barn there, or even a farm. Paul Noss's old house down the road is still there with new owners and an addition.

Across the road from "Old 27 House" is supposed to be the park. No dice, all gone. There is no Grant Township Park anymore.......20 years of overgrowth, 20 years of trees, in the park area and the former field next to it. No two track trail, no sign there was ever a park. the mosquitos would probably eat you alive if one attempted to explore the former park, looking for that little pipe of flowing water we used to drink out of. I wonder if that was uprooted or finally ran dry?

So there you have it, living proof of the dead - you can go home again, only to find out everything changes and becomes someone else's property and dreams, only to have the cyle repeat itself over and over, generation to generation. Now this makes the biblical phrase "ashes to ashes, dust to dust", more understandable, especially to two old middle aged men pining for the pines of Old 27. (did ya likethat one, "Pining for the Pines?" Or that old song "There's a Cabin the Pines, not to be confused with "There's a Tavern in the Town" but closely linked to "Those Were the Days" and the Mary Hopkin song, not the All in the Family one).

I still wish that darn house was my second home, a cottage in the north maybe my brother and I could have bought. It's a good location and a gateway to the north, as they say.