Eaton when I first moved here was such a wonderful place filled with friends and good times. Oh yes the going was tough since we bought this house before the wrecking ball got it and had to struggle to stay warm in Eaton's seriously cold winters...but the neighbors became family and we had fun.
This weekend I had a wonderful visitor from North Carolina named Jill. I met Jill when she was just a young girl who came up to Eaton to stay with her grandmother for a few weeks every summer. Her grandmother was my best friend and fishing buddy...and summers were made up of picnics, swimming in the little pool we had out back, and trips to pick cowslips..berries....and all the things that make country life so wonderful.
So in this dreary weather Jill and I set off to revisit a few of the old haunts....we laughed...and later when she left I cried....not a horrible cry but a painful cry because now all my dear friends and neighbors are dead ...and the street though filled with new young people ...that is still quiet and safe... is missing that wonderful older segment of the population that let you remember Eaton's past.
A past that included a closed atmosphere where everyone worried about everyone else and enjoyed life for its simple pleasures like just walking to the neighbors uninvited for coffee, having lunch on the porch listening to tales of the past....learning what the family and friends were up to....or sitting by the woodstove in winter chatting about the coming springs adventures. We called ourselves "Back Door Friends"..but we were more like family...and unfortunately they are all dead and the young have moved away.
Well today we have Facebook..and although the new neighbors and I do Facebook with each other....its not the same.....and with the introduction of the internet...it will never be the same again...never I fear!
A trip back was fun!
So a toast to those good times and to those now gone....I still remember...!
Sad that we can only revisit those good times as memories.....and the summers seem to get much shorter as you get older...and the winters much longer!
Thanks for the visit Jill....