While Janda was here from Portland we made a trip down memory lane; well, Sagebrush Road, where she lived and played as a child.
As we turned the corner in front of the home where she grew up, I caught the look of surprise on her face. When we moved there, the house was plain and naked without a shrub or tree in sight. Her grandfather came from Nebraska and planted a row of lilac bushes and bridal wreath that remain today. We brought in cactus plants from the farm and later planted little seedlings from the soil conservation office. We planted a peach tree and mulberry trees. Suddenly she spoke, “The yard is so tiny. It was a lot bigger when we were kids! The trees! I watered them when they were really small. And, the street! It shrunk too!” She recounted a story of Autumn and her packing a lunch and riding their scooters all the way to the end of Sagebrush Road! WOW! Now she could see it was just a few blocks! But to a seven-year-old it was a long way from home base!
My mind traveled back to a trip I made, not so long ago, to a small farm in Michigan. As we drove down the now paved road, I could hardly recognize the area. We passed house after house that was not there when I was a child. Suddenly, there it was; the white farm house and picturesque barn, weathered and worn; seemingly out of place now amid the many modern homes. I spied the tree we climbed and saw the old pump. I could picture my grandfather coming there for a cool drink from the old tin cup.
I begged my husband to drive in the yard and just turn around, hoping no one would see us. But they did! Approaching the car, the man asked, “Can I help you.” My husband explained our reason for trespassing and then the unthinkable happened. The man sized us up and invited us in! I quickly scrambled out of the car and headed for the very familiar backdoor. This was it; my birthplace, important to no one but me! I will always be grateful for that walk down memory lane.
Our little seedlings grow and mature; uproot and move to where careers take them and so do we. Home? Home is where the mama is! Remember this; no matter how far the seeds are sown; hearts are always drawn towards home.