Lakeside

This was my very first house--the one that my parents brought me home to from the hospital. We moved from this house when I was only twelve, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I can recount the hot summer evening sitting in the living room watching the first man walk on the moon. I also remember the day JFK was shot and when they sent us home from kindergarten early, I walked two long blocks to this home. Anyway, in May we drove slowly by so I could take some pictures. The owners happened to be outside and said hello (kind of in a suspicious way). I explained that I grew up in the house and they invited us in. They told us when they were remodeling they had found a postcard from the 1960s and wondered if I knew any of the names on the card. It was addressed to my parents and was sent to them by a cousin visiting Vancouver. They gave it to me as a keepsake and I especially treasure it because both my parents and cousin have passed away. These kind people gave me a complete tour of the house! So, of course, I had to send them a thank you note with a yellow house to match. Even though this jumbo wheel "Neighborhood" just retired, it's still one of my favorites.