Ten days in PA.
I got to drive by the home we grew up in.
"Grew up" in.
Well, guess we should say our "childhood home"
In Amber, Morris Rd., Montgomery county.
The yard doesn't look as large as when Janet and I had to mow it for three hours in summer.
When Dad left, the riding mower broke down, and...from then all we had was the push mower.
What's a trip was one house across the street from ours,
they still have this sick statue standing there.
The main reason I went to PA was to help Mom and Janet move Janet out of the apartment she's lived in for the past ten years or so.
Everyday except one, we took loads to the storage. (You can see those pics in the blog before this).
Janet's sweet neighbor~ above between Janet and her boyfriend Mike~ Reece, will be missed.
Yes, this was also the Thanksgiving holidays. Mom and Frank worked on a turkey the day Janet and I did the MOST trips delivering to storage. A day that is thankfully over!
I didn't get to watch the turkey preparations. I've never made a turkey, or stuffing~ these photos are about the only watching I did!
Frank's son Taylor also came for dinner.
One afternoon, I got to catch up with Amie in Skippack Village.
Amie's one of the most awesome women (you single men out there take note!!!)
While looking in on some shops, this shop Floral and Hardy got this nice snap of us which they broadcast on their Facebook
https://www.facebook.com/floralandhardy
And then~ I got to see other childhood buddies~~
It was a Wissahickon low key reunion of about 15. True, I didn't get to graduate with these guys, but we have history. I'm loving getting to know these good people again. And realizing how much I miss everyone and Pennsylvania.
Finally one sweet meeting we got in was with my California Grandmom's last living friend. Her childhood friend from when she was 16. Babbi. Babbi was my father's Godmother. She was the epitome of the best godmother a godchild could have it sounds.
Stepmom Eleanor, and Janet and I went to visit with her.
As Babbi, who also is 92 like Grandmom, talked on and on with us...speaking of "lucidity" - or as Eleanor put it "having your marbles" which is how I would have called it- Babbi was also the epitome of having them TOO! She has SOME stories too! What an honor to have met her, though she remembers Janet and me from when we were little children. Perhaps from 45 years ago?! Half her lifetime- almost all of ours!
Babbi had broken her back not even 6 months earlier, but the way she cruised through the Assisted Living Home she's living in, you would never have know.
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