A few days ago, I spent the evening driving out to see the various homes that my grandparents lived in during their lives. In this area, most folks (in their time, at least) were firmly rooted to one structure for most of their lives. My grandfather was the opposite, I can count 8 homes that his family lived in. A family joke was that most men of that time would trade hunting dogs at work but his work buddies traded home. So we took a few hours and did some slow drive-bys to check how these homes compared with my memories and found that only one of them seemed to have improved with age. Matter of fact, that one house looked much better than it did 45 years ago, though kept pretty much strictly original. At the end of the day, we ended up at the house that was near the cemetery that they were buried in and, then, captured this shot at sundown. I am not at all certain what it was that he was seeking from all those homes, it definitely wasn\’t making money from them. He was very much a homebody, maybe he just grew tired of the view and needed a change every few years. I think he should have stuck with house #5 or #7, I would love to have either one of those today.
“It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.”