On the way back from Manitou Beach, Emil and I took a drive around the wee village of Guernsey — or what is left of it.
I am 56 years old, and I remember when buildings very like these were still in use in my home town. Whenever and wherever I see these or buildings like them, I'm taken back to those slower, carefree days when the two-month summer vacation felt like an entire year. When there were no woodticks around here. When I had a bike-riding buddy. When my grandparents were alive.
love these and your thoughts. If you wander through Rossburn would you take some photos for me. I still miss my mum.
ReplyDeleteI'll do that, Jan! Meanwhile, this is the closest I can get you: http://goldengrainfarm.blogspot.ca/2015/01/road-trip.html
DeleteI always feel so sad seeing these pictures, thinking of the hive of activity they must have been back when.
ReplyDeleteLovely post on your son.
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Yes, all these little villages used to be going concerns. Everything's gotten centralized -- the governments have moved most of the hospitals to cities and you can't even have a baby in your own community anymore if you want a doctor present. I wonder if things will ever swing back to what they were and revitalize some of these rural places.
DeleteI wonder when the city I live in will look like that.
ReplyDeleteHas it ever happened to a city? Oh I guess so. A little research might tell me which ones. Pompeii doesn't count.
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