After my dad died in 1990 my mother remarried. I just can't begin to tell you what kind of person this man was. She was very ill when she left her/my old home and she would not have lived a week more if she had stayed there. It's a long story. I try to write it and it just goes in so many directions. Suffice it to say that getting her into this wonderful, caring home away from his abuse was one of the best things I ever did. (Even then he was there daily to share his nastiness with her and everyone there) It turns out that she was the only one who could ask for him to not be allowed in and she wouldn't do that. He died last Sunday, and she's still in the nursing home after three years. Today I wanted to go over there and see the condition of the house and photograph it for my girls.
This has been a very hard thing.
I'm not going to post any of the photos here. I don't want them to contaminate the goodness of my blog. IT WAS AWFUL!!!
To try and sweeten the day I got a few other pictures.
An old orchard getting ready for spring.
We went off the road a ways to let Rascal get some fresh air and I saw this tiny little old building.
I guess I took a picture of myself here. This big blown up turkey was standing along the highway so Leonard turned around and went back so I could get some shots of him. Boy! Was he strutting!