The Finality Of It All....

A Sold Sign Was Placed In The Yard This Afternoon. I Imagine The Neighbors Are More Shocked Than What We Are. It Has Been Quite A Few Years Since Anyone Has Moved Off The Block. Change Is In The Making For Not Just Us But The Neighborhood As Well.
I Can Say Our Neighbors Here At 713 Have Been Good. We All Pretty Much Stay In Our Own Space But Are Just A Stone Throw Away From Getting Help If Needed. A Friendly Wave To One Another Is Enough Security When We Leave Our Homes For The Evening Or For A Few Days Getaway.
Living Next Door To A Plumber Is Security As Well. I Can Say I Am Proud Of This Neighborhood. Our Concern For Flossie When The Church She Attended Was Bombed One Sunday Morning Sending Shock Waves Throughout The Community. We Were There And She Knew It.
Most Recently When I Befriended Terry From Across The Street. It All Started On A Forum On The Internet. I Believe It Was The Old Commercial News Forum. I Tried To Keep A Low Profile When It Came To The Internet. Terry Had mentioned He Knew Where I Lived. I Considered My Territory Sacred When It Came To Privacy Of The Homestead.
I Asked The Most Obvious Question On How He Could Know My Location. It's Kind Of Hard Not To Figure It Out When Your Name Is Spelled Out On The Big Horse Drawn Buggy In The Front Yard. For Those Who Choose To Be More Formal, A 'Buckboard'.
Terry And I Have Been Friends Ever Since. We Bowl Together And Enjoy One Another. Terry Expressed To Me From His Heart When He Called Me One Night And Confessed He Was Having A Difficult Time Dealing With Me Moving Away. From That Moment On I Knew I Had A Friend For Life.
After I Got Home Last Night From The Sale I Confessed To Billie What I Miss Most Upon My Arrival Every Sale Night. My Old Faithful Friend Mr Bear Could Hear The Squeaking Of My Trailer I Pulled Behind Me. It Has A Distinct Sound That Mr Bear Would Hear Once A Week. On A Hot Summer Night Mr Bear Would Greet Me With His All Familiar Bark Telling Everyone At The Miller Household I Had Returned After A Very Long Day On Logan. I Won't Be Bringing The Trailer Here At 713 Anymore But I Will Always Remember The Greeting I Received From My Loving Canine Friend.
I Have Been So Overwhelmed With Memories Of The Past 50 Years. Nearly Every Thought I Have Can Be Tied To 713. My Upbringing, My Brothers And My Sisters. Mom's Green Volkswagen Beetle And Our Beloved Pet Romeo.
Franklin School, The Baumgarts, Mr Roth And Mrs Jacobs. Mrs Towell, The Ruggles, And Sally/ Bill Mosier. Trust 348 And Where They REALLY Wanted To Build The Village Mall.
I Would Have To Say That The Mid 60's Was Farmost The Most Memorable, And Each Memory Is Almost Always Linked To 713.
Yes, A Grown Man Will Probably Cry A Thousand Tears This Coming Week. Let Each Tear Represent A Memory That Will Last A Lifetime.
God Bless 713.........