I was going through some old photos and found one of the house where I grew up. We moved in when I was four and I lived there until I got married. Dad took this picture the day he closed escrow. I wish now I had a picture of what it looked like when they sold it 30 years later.
Dad made it an orchard with every fruit tree that will grow in this climate. He planted gardens and shade trees, built outbuildings, he even put in a pink Italian marble (salvaged from the old Rock Island depot) patio out back.
It’s hard not to live in the past when you have so many good memories attached to it….)