
I worry about my visual past being erased. This building still stands, not sure for how long, my parent’s wedding reception was held here in 1967. The church where they were married has burnt down. The elementary, or rather one room school house, also gone. Some of the homes they lived in are still standing. Momma was in the USA for her beginnings and I still want to see that. Her and I did a google earth tour of her childhood neighbourhood during Covid, which I loved! Still want to see the real thing. I am still drawn to my Grammies house, and although it is on a dead end street, I still drive by. There is a house still standing where dad and his seven siblings lived, they must of been stacked like pancakes. Dad talked about the snow coming in between the boards with the wind some days!
My mom’s homestead, that belonged to our original ancestors was for sale in the more recent past. I wanted it, I didn’t pursue it, but I secretly pined for it. I looked at the listing constantly. Didn’t make sense to purchase it, not practical at all, but it called to me. I had never been in it, well as an infant I suppose. Seems weird that someone else now roams through it. My daughter while out with friends, was talking about their childhood homes. She was lucky enough to be able to say we are still in it. It created quite a stir in the conversation. She was over the other day and we were talking about all the changes. We used to have six bedrooms, now we have five and I am sure we have rotated through all of them at one point or another.
When we are gone, they will have way too many pictures, mini clips, audio and video of our past! My oldest inquired about a school picture the other day and I sent K through to Graduation! I have books of cute phrases and childhood stories, old school work, badges, all of it. They will have no trouble travelling their pasts. It is one of my soft spots in my declutter process, I allow it, because it feels good! I like getting lost in it, a representation of our lives and past as a family.