When ever I see a photograph of my childhood home a rush of memories dance through my head.
It was the place I was born, learned to toddle across the lawn, pushed about in the perambulator by my sister Sophie, visited my Father daily in his office at the building just off the kitchen door...So many stories that began and ended within those walls. Too abundant to mention, but forever locked away in my heart.
3 comments:
Well good morning Miss Susan...how funny..I was on my way over here..and I see you just left me a comment. I just realized..I need to change your blog name in my friends list :)
What a wonderful childhood home you had...It's soooo lovely.
Hugs ♥
Doreen
NOT change it...add it to my list...ohhhh..it's early..you know what i mean....:)
Hugs,
D
This looks so lovely.
Carole
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