Go For A Walk?

29 Jul

I was raised in rural New Jersey. For the most people, the Garden State evokes images of spaghetti bowl freeways, Atlantic City and miles upon miles of town after town. It’s hard to tell where one ends and another begins. (Rocks In My Head)

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Our three hundred year old farmhouse. My mother wanted it because it had three fireplaces. It burned to the ground shortly after my father died and she had sold it.

When I was in fifth grade we moved “out in the country”. The road was paved from our little town of a thousand people to my family’s driveway. From there a dirt road continued a mile or so to a working dairy farm. Today those small farms are long gone and housing developments take their place.

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Fourth and fifth grade in the same classroom.

It was a common occurrence, on a balmy summer’s evening for my father to stand and declare, “Go for a walk?”. It wasn’t really a question. The TV was turned off and five kids, dogs and even the cat ambled across the lawn and up the road. The best times were when there were fat juicy wild blackberries ready for picking along the way.

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The trout stream that flowed behind our property.

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The view from the bridge on the corner of our property the last time I visited.

These sweet memories came flooding in as the dogs and I stepped out of our gate this week and walked along our jungle road. Five years ago when we first arrived in Bacalar, there was no road. Now there are two houses that we pass on our daily jaunt. Land is being cleared all around for god knows what. The only thing we can really count on is change. Our hearts break to see the jungle cut down and the animals disappear.

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Out the front gate.

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We leave in the morning for California. Off to care for my daughter and her family which includes newborn twins Sara and Ana. Another summer in Bacalar will be gone when Lisa and I return. I won’t miss the mosquitoes but I do love it here.

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The babies are thriving.

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8 Responses to “Go For A Walk?”

  1. Pam Kane July 29, 2018 at 10:31 am #

    Congrats on your newest grands…Can’t wait to see more pics on your visit to help Felice. The baby girls are adorable! I loved seeing your NJ pics; never thought I’d see that state again. Your Glen Gardner home holds lots of good memories for me too…I loved that old house! Fond memories of that stream too and also Bosco! Safe travels!

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    • afish25 July 29, 2018 at 3:39 pm #

      How nice to hear from you. It’s hard to believe the house is gone. I cried when I visited and saw a modern build in its place. I love that you have fond me of visiting us there. There’s a grey smudge on the right of the first picture of the stream. My mother’s ashes. She loved that place. I found a pic of Bosco. I’ll send it.

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  2. Jack Scott July 29, 2018 at 1:39 pm #

    What a gorgeous place to grow up in. 😀

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    • afish25 July 29, 2018 at 3:44 pm #

      It was magical really. We went ice skating on the stream, sledding, built tree houses and rafts. I loved to hike in the fields. My father was a blue collar worker with a long commute that made it possible.

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  3. Jack Scott July 29, 2018 at 1:41 pm #

    And congratulations on the new additions.

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  4. emilievardaman August 5, 2018 at 9:31 pm #

    I haven’t really spent time in Jersey. Looks like you lived in a sweet place.
    And twins! Congratulations!

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    • afish25 August 5, 2018 at 10:24 pm #

      I grew up very blessed. My parents worked hard to provide such a great childhood.

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