brother and I had a wonderful long talk tonight and he expressed what
he is feeling wonderfully. We grew up in a military family.|
Other people have PLACES where their memories are.
I can't answer the question, "Where are you from?" I usually just say, "I'm an Army brat."
Other people grew up some place, in a community or two and they can go back to those places and see those people. We grew up around the world, the people we can go back to see are my parents, my brothers and me - and all our memories of childhood and the wonderful exotic lands we lived in were in the wonderful things that were in this house.
The people all survived - and that is what's important, and for that I am so thankful - but it doesn't mean there's not a lot to grieve.
|The pillars of the front porch on the right, the railing that went up the back porch steps on the bottom left. What is left of a beautiful three story, high ceiling house full of light and beauty.|
|My dad, greenhouse and garden|
|It was a stump of a pine tree|
|The front of the car shop|
|Where the fire almost came through|
|The Triumph, and other less famous cars.|
|The fire almost came through the fire-proof isulation|
|the outside of the car shop|
|Looking through the "forest" to the front porch pillars|