A trip down memory lane.


A spring goat on the loose at the Farm; Granddaughter Rita took the photo and captioned it “How did you get in Here?”

Although we were both very stiff from arthritic pain, made worse by our Saturday excursion to my daughter’s farm, we decided to take advantage of the stunning weather today to drive into Fairfax County to visit one of the regional parks. My intent was to take a few photos with my real camera, not the crap camera on my old cell phone.

Thus, I charged all my camera batteries yesterday, printed a couple of maps, and called the park to ask about the feasibility of walking with a rollator to be informed by a volunteer with a husband two years older (89) than David, that I could indeed make my way around the park because the trail I wanted to use with my rollator was hard-packed pulverized Bluestone. She further informed me of the times and days the toilets are operational, and that dogs are not allowed.

Armed with plenty of information, we left afer breakfast to undertake what for us has become a major effort. Having lived on both sides of the park at different times, I thought I knew this area fairly well. Alas, that was not the case.  Nevertheless, the drive was nice on this fine day.  After we looped around my old memory lane, which included

1/ The high school from whence my daughter graduated in 1979, and where a mural created by an artistic classmate in her senior year hangs in the front hallway, preserved under plexiglass;

2/ My old apartment where I lived four years as a single Mom working full-time and attending graduate school part-time, at Catholic University then University of Maryland; as well as the townhouse where I lived three years with hubs No. 2;

3/ The eighteenth century church I attended for seven years, where I taught church school and worked as a docent describing it as George Washington’s country church, while explaining how Union soldiers had used it as a stable and burned most of the priceless interior wood including the altar (now restored).

(David’s Daughter was married in that church, and lived down the road later for several years);

4/ Several former colonial plantations, including Mount Vernon,  where dozens of charter busses were parked after ferrying graduating seniors from across the South to visit the home of the first president on their high school’s annual graduation trip;

5/a. The Army post where I shopped and had surgery;

/b. where my kids took swimming lessons and received care from loving German Army wives who ran a daycare facility;

/c. the site of another plantation house owned by one of the Mason boys before it was burned down by revolting slaves, and centuries later excavated by my friend Martha who introduced me to the program I entered at GMU as a history grad student;

and so forth;

6/ And a lot more because almost every turn of the road brought back a memory, some bad, but many good.

We never found the entrance to the park, but we drove along the river from Mount Vernon to one of our favorite fish houses in Old Town Alexandria, near my Avian vet’s office.


22 thoughts on “A trip down memory lane.

  1. Sounds like a good day was had even if there was a change of plans. Terry and I often get lost in our travels, taking a road or a turn that gets us into some remote area from which we must find a way back. Makes for fun memories in later years. However, we now use the GPS on our phone to find our way around. What a God-send that has been for me, one who has never read a map very well.


  2. I would enjoy reminiscing through some old haunts but they’re all so scattered across the country. Glad you can enjoy doing so. Yes, I like to hear others tales. Cute kid! FWIW my history book arrives the first of the week.

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    • Most of my old haunts are scattered too. My parents moved 32 times before I was eight years old. Then e moved three times more before I left home and moved to CA where I married a Marine. Of course as a military wife, I moved plenty more before we divorced. Then I moved several times with my kids after that. The places I mention in this post are mostly associated with my daughter’s high school years. After that, I met David and after we married, we bought a house in Arlington where I have lived for 32 years. I’m getting older now you see.

      Hope you enjoy the book. I loved it and read it for one of my favorite history classes on ‘Cities in Western Europe in Modern Times.”


    • I left the map at home. I located the map when I got home and now I know where the park is located. David agreed to try again Monday if the weather holds. He agreed we had a good day and yes, we need to get out while we can. Both tired after the trip, but we slept well last night.


  3. Well it sounds like a wonderful day anyway. I like to do a little time travel from time to time and visit old haunts. I think its good for you and, even if the kids/grand kids get tired of hearing my tales, I still enjoy remembering them.


    • I believe seniors enjoy other seniors tales. Many younger people also enjoy hearing about the past.

      BTW speaking of time travel…the mural in my daughter’s old high school shows her and several fellow students hanging around the front door waiting for the school to open. It’s the spring of 1979 and she’s in a pink dress. I haven’t seen her in a dress since.


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