May 21, 2003 will always have a very tender place in my heart. This is the day I had known for months was coming but secretly dreaded, the day the old house would be torn down, This was the home I was born and raised in. The old house was beyond repair. I knew this better than most people, because of the five years I had taken care of Daddy since mother had died.
Yesterday, I had taken the silk flowers left over from Daddy’s’s funeral out of the front room of the house before the demolition started. I took four wreaths to the cemetery at the west end of the Island. Two were put on Grandmother Agnes’s grave (his mother) and two on great grandfather Louie Larson’s grave.
|My mother, Margarette, standing on the porch, |
and under the shade of her elm tree.
Around 9:00 I saw Ski Robinson and his workers starting the job. I walked down the path to the old house and asked if he would save stair step for me. By the time I arrived they had already pulled up vinyl from the kitchen floor to remove old vinyl from years past. As I was standing there looking down at the old torn up kitchen, a flood gate of memories came rushing back. I remembered cold winter mornings coming down stairs and getting ready for school in that old kitchen by the heater. Mother always had a hot breakfast for us. I also remember summer morning when mother would fix shrimp that Daddy had caught the night before and put them on hot light bread with mustard on them.
These stairs seems three stories high on Christmas mornings when I hurried down to see what Santa had left for me. I was always happy on Christmas morning with my doll; she was perfect. I never did get a bicycle but bought myself one when I was thirty-five.
|My brother Ralph, my sisters Lillian (Sister) |
& Ella Dee, and my brother Tommy.
Daddy survived five years and one day after mother died. He died the Monday before Thanksgiving as mother did. He never really lived after mother died. He died in November of 2002 at ninety-three years old. All of these people I loved with my heart and soul.
I am happy Lisa bought the old home place. I am glad it stayed in the Hancock Family. I know I will always be welcomed there to think about the happy childhood I spent there. I hope the old tree stays in the front yard.
So goodbye old house. I knew it would hurt, but I didn’t think it would hurt this much.