The End of an Era

My whole childhood was spent in Towne. Towne Drive and Towne Circle. My grandfather Glen Dixon owned the land and developed it. He choose the names for the streets that are so much of my memories. When I first came home form the hospital it was to Towne Drive. A duplex my parents had built. I remember the awful carpet, eating Popsicles in the backyard, my swing set from grandpa Scharrier. Making snowmen with Dad. Playing Charlie’s Angels with Karin. Then when I was 5 we built a English Tudor on Towne Circle. I LOVE that house. My parents also bulit this house and it was custom from top to bottom. Nice hard wood and custom bulit cabinets like the spice rack, sewing machine nook and hidden ironing board. My dad kept the yard imaculate my mom kept the house perfect. Always clean and in order (except her closet). I remember coming down the grand steps on my first day of kindergarten. Dad kissing me goodbye in the early mornings. Mom decorating for the holidays. Playing with Anthony in the basement before it was finished. Picking strawberries and raspberries in the backyard. Sleepovers on the trampoline under the stars. We would have parties on the circle and close it down to cars. I had so many wonderful neighbors. Loved sledding with Camille. I got to choose my carpet and wall paper. It was a blue shag and pink checker board then wains coatingnd little dolls and toy print up top. I had a white canape bed with matching drapes. I loved my room. Now no Scharrier lives on Towne Circle. The house is in a sad state of disrepair. It suffered a recent flood, leaky roofs and neglect for the last 9 years. My Dad would be so sad to see that beauty almost look haunted. I think it must miss us. Playing in the hot tub, the beautiful hard woods, Anthony tickling the ivories, my bed room with the blue carpet and pink walls I pick out myself when I was only 4. It was there Scott decided to make me his wife. I took some photos today but our camera card broke. So many memories…