My trip home

I recently had the occasion to travel back to the area where I grew up.  Actually, it isn't very far from where I live now.  It takes about 1 1/2 hours to drive.  I just don't go often.  The reasons for my trip were not really that pleasant, but everything is turning out fine.  I'll talk about it after the holidays. 

Anyways, I was driving down a road that was very familiar from my childhood.  At that time, the east side of the road was completely developed by older houses, but the west side of the road was mostly large open fields with just the occasional building.  But today, the fields are completely developed with newer houses.  A bit disorienting to see the familiar buildings with unfamiliar buildings all around them.  I nearly hurt myself with the head jerk that happened when I saw this.  

This is the church we attended when I was a kid.  Now it is empty and for sale.  When I was a kid it sat alone in the middle of a large field.  Today it is completely surrounded by houses.  Don't you just love the little steeple?  I remember Sunday School upstairs and after-church coffees and pot lucks in the basement.  I remember my mother enjoyed it and my father did not.  I remember it being cold a lot.  When I was older, I helped out with day care in the back of the building.  I liked that 'cause it got me out of having to attend the service.  I was a bad kid.  Sorry, Mom.