Yes, darlings, that is MY Tara, the house in which I was raised from 1954 until 1980. I grew up here, and while the color is different--it was brown when I lived there--I still love it, dearly, and wish, like Scarlett, it was a place I could return/retreat to. Alas..............
Amazing how it looks the same and has been well kept. I was inside it 12 years ago, and the interior, save for some furnishing alterations was remarkably similar.
There used to be a tree right in front, that stretched to the upper front windows, which was my parents' bedroom. Looks like it came down as time went on.
David took this as a surprise for me, sneaking off to the neighborhood, while I slept deeply on Dennison Street. Of all the pics taken of the house, this is the best.
How I long to return to Tara. But even Scarlett said something about not looking back, because it can hurt you.
Still, many thanks to David for this memory, which I can share with you.
Precious memories!!
ReplyDeleteI went by my old house the last time we were in Pennsylvania.
Like you, I found it the same, yet different...
Victoria,
ReplyDeleteExactly. Even realizing my fantasy of living there again, it would not be the same.
Memories would haunt me.