Five Photos

Aug 2, 2011

These five pho­tos bring back way more than five mem­o­ries that is for sure and are some of my favorites.

Down­town Chicago is one of my favorite places to visit. I could walk all over every sin­gle square inch of it (that is as long as it isn’t 5,000 degrees out­side like it was when I was there a week ago. Ok that might be a bit dra­matic but gosh it sure did fee like it) I never get tired of look­ing at all the build­ings and archi­tec­ture as well as the street entertainment.

Cape Ned­dick Light­house also known as “Nub­ble Light House”. Mom and I got to go and visit the light­house while in Maine last sum­mer. I loved walk­ing around the coast­line, smelling the salty air and eat­ing “Salt­wa­ter Taffy”. We had an incred­i­ble day of adven­tures. The beaches along the east coast are my favorite. I always feel so at home there.

This photo is of my brother, Richard. It was taken one sum­mer while on a day sail.  In the sum­mers my fam­ily would go day sail­ing all along Sabine Lake. We would sail out to small islands to look around, go crab­bing, eat lunch and just have sim­ple fun. Richard always loved being out­side and I loved to bird watch. He would walk in among the reeds but I on the other hand stayed back as I was a chicken. If he saw some­thing really inter­est­ing that I just had to go see I would ven­ture in but it had to be good.

I didn’t get to my grandfather’s camp in Acton, Maine, very often but when I did I loved it. I tell ya that lake water is COLD… like numb your feet kinda cold as soon as you walk in. I never could go swim­ming in that water. Terri and Ans­ley did when they were lit­tle. Thank­fully my aunt was there so she went swim­ming with them or I fear I would have had heart fail­ure as soon as that water hit my stom­ach. She saved a life that day and didn’t even know it. My dad told me grow­ing up my grand­mother would make him and his sib­lings come out of the water and warm up when their lips turned BLUE! I swear when you are a kid you do not have nerve endings.

Oh the many mem­o­ries I have vis­it­ing this place. These build­ings are part of my fam­ily her­itage in Buck­han­non, WV. When vis­it­ing my grandparent’s in Salem, WV each sum­mer all the fam­ily would meet here and we would spend the day. This is the house and build­ings of my ances­tor Enoch Childers and his wife Rebecca Hin­kle — Childers. When I was young it still had fur­ni­ture and other house­hold items inside. I loved look­ing at all the items and won­der­ing what it was like liv­ing there. I can still see my grand­fa­ther sit­ting on the porch read­ing a jour­nal list­ing all the prices they paid for items. Last year, was the first year I was brave enough to go up in the attic. My brother always tried to get me to go up but no way. I only did it last year, because my mom was with me… sad but true. There are apple trees and plum trees around the house, they had a big gar­den and small live­stock. The small build­ings around the main house are bed­rooms the men slept in, a smoke­house etc.

And I’m so excited because I will be there next week, my aunt and uncle live just up from the old fam­ily home. I took this photo while stand­ing on their front porch. Mon­day, mom, dad and I will start the drive up there and I can­not wait to see every­one. Hope­fully, I will get a break from this ter­ri­ble Texas heat.