Fun Monday: On the Road Again

Kitten says: I think it would be neat to hear about the story behind your home and the road you live on. It doesn't have to be historical, maybe just something that stands out to you. It would be nice to have pictures to go with your little story. I also would like to know who has the oldest house.

Well right now, we live on a dinky subdivision road that is pretty meaningless. So I'll tell you about where my family lives. They live on Six Corners Road. Guess how many corners it has. Yup, six. The name of their "place" is Atlasta Acres. In school shop class, I made a sign for them. It hangs on their hitching rail. Here's a picture of it this fall with decorative gourds. In the spring there are yellow lilies growing underneath the rail. Right now, the rail is likely covered in greenery with red bows.

The story goes that the place was named because "at last 'a' acreage" to live on. For a long time, my parents vehicles had A Acres 5 on the license plate, for the 5 family members. Now one has EHKLJ for the family members' initials. There's 15 of us now. Check out the family photo. Can you guess who belongs to who? There's a plaquard on the ground by the front porch that says 1912 or 1914. But the former neighbor swore that he saw the house being built, and he's only in his 80's, so it can't be that old. We moved there in 1982.

The driveway is 1/5 mile long. I walked it every morning for school. I rode bikes, walked it when I was sad, bored, the dog wanted to go out, the horse got loose, you name it. I'm pretty sure I still have a scar on my left knee from a day like today with a bunch of ice, I slid and went down on the knee, tore my pants and bloodied myself up a little bit. It was a place for solace, for quietness in the noise of life. And when we're back there, it still is. I voluntarily get up at 5:30 am and walk the dogs. It's a time for peace in this crazy world. Here's me circa 1996 or so on the horse, after it got loose and went to visit the neighbor's horses. My husband is going to sigh and ask me to grow my hair out again. But here it is, in all it's glory. I'm coming up to the driveway...