
"My Childhood Home"
Raleigh, NC - December 2008 (Click to embiggen)
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I'm a rarity in Raleigh, NC. I'm a native of the city that still lives here. I haven't spent quite
all of my long life (so far) in this town, but the two times I left I came back. Actually, it's three times I've left, but the first time was between the ages of 6 months and 2 years and I have no recollection of it. The first house I have any real memory of living in was this one.
This little ranch has three bedrooms, and a bath and a half. Or did in 1972 when we moved out of it anyway. The windows on the left had side (with the air conditioner hanging out of one of them) are in what was my bedroom from 1963 to 1972. The air conditioner wasn't there then, the only unit we had was in the kitchen (not visible from this angle). The trim was painted green then. A rather putrid shade that I think was called "spearmint". The driveway was gravel, as were almost all of the others on this street. The big rock in the front yard wasn't there then either. The tree in the front yard is a pecan, and used to have a mate in the side yard by my old room. And every fall the pecans would rain down from both of them and my dad would pay my kid brother and I a quarter for each grocery bag we could fill with the ones on the ground. And autumn Sunday afternoons were spent watching football and shelling the nuts for my mom to use in her baking, with an old bed sheet on the floor to catch the stray shells that escaped.
This was supposed to be a "starter home", a first step, a temporary stop on the way to bigger and better. Temporary turned out to be nine years, three assassinations, three presidents and a large chunk of the Vietnam War. Charlie Manson, Jeffery MacDonald and Kent State. Woodstock, Altamont and Beatlemania. Lost in Space, Hawaii Five-O and The Mod Squad. Sid and Marty Kroft. Space Ghost and Johnny Quest. Creature Feature and Shock Theater. My first dog, first day of school, first bike and the first stitches I can remember (but not the first I got) are all connected to this house on Weston Street. Behind those triple windows is the living room where I taught myself to read, starting with a book I'd heard so many times I practically had it committed to memory anyway.
And aside from the paved drive, the new paint and the big rock in the front yard the place really hasn't changed one helluva lot.
