Today I said goodbye to our family home. While I am quite pleased that we have completed the steps that were necessary to get us to this point, I must confess to a big lump in my throat as I locked the front door for the last time. In seventeen hours, someone else will reopen the front door and within our fine old house, a new story will unfold. A lot of good memories on Chesterfield Drive!
Family home for 49 years
Our last photograph in front of the living room fireplace.
Leslie saying goodbye to her room.
Peeking around the corner from my room to Leslie’s room.
The work is done, all except the goodbye. John and Leslie on the front porch with the Goodwill haul.
The big oak tree was quite small when Daddy planted it in 1957. We are now dwarfed by its massive trunk. The dogwoods along the driveway were transplanted from the woods behind the house (circa 1958-59), before the woods turned into a massive subdivision.
Goodbye mighty oak!
