The events of the past couple of months seemed to put the brakes on this caravan gal as life took a detour down bumpy roads. When my daughter set out on new adventures of her own, and my boys and I approached the end of the Home Schooling path, I took time on the wayside to remember, rejoice, and cry just a little.
I also mark the passing of my sweet Grandma Elana. The trip home to lay her next to grandpa was also a milestone of memory and tears.
So to get myself back up and running I will start with a bit of whimsy.
Favorite Haunts
A “haunt” is a place I like because it has a lingering spirit of Americana. It speaks of the past in a way that evokes a memory of childhood or a feeling of wonder. It could be a diner, an old house or even an abandoned signpost. But what ever it is it says “pull over, pause, take my picture, before I disappear from the landscape forever.”
Automotive Haunt...
Mobile Gas Station on Pacific Highway South, Lynnwood WA.
No petrol sold here, just memories of the dinging bell and a free window wash.
REBBE, Herman and Emma (Chester, IL)
3 months ago
3 comments:
I love passing that gas station. I love that there is a traffic light right there that nearly always makes me stop so I can get a good peek at the station. There's been talk of tearing it down or whatever and that always makes me sad and I'm always happy to hear that somebody has made them change their minds. Thanks for sharing!
I love that gas station too! In fact, I have a pic of it that I took one time going to Jenns. Its a great old building and reminds me of upstate NY.
Oh....glad to see you back in blogland. :)
You are clever Miss Haunt! Great post again.
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