My grandparents house. Theirs was one of only a dozen or so near a small, remote lake. There was a forest of pine trees in their backyard. I loved the smell of those trees and even the soil beneath them.
Mainz, Germany, and my mother's parent's house and little farm in rural Kentucky.
My grandma's garden where I happily grazed, played, and often reigned from atop a plum tree. Also my grandpa's workshop where he fixed everything imaginable and made us cars from lawnmower engines .... and never let on that I was a pest.
Jan that sounds like fun.
Those were happy days!
My uncle's farm. It had a small pond where we would go fishing and a huge hill where we'd test out the latest coaster we built. There were always bandages back at the house afterwards.
places I liked to hike or hide at. Now all gone from buildings being built upon everything I liked.
My parents always took us to upstate N.Y. for vacation.I always thought it was so beautiful.At the time we lived in Bay Ridge Bklyn.Now I own a home with 4 acres and beautiful views.In upstate N.Y.