Corner View: Homeplace

I grew up in Methodist church parsonages.

A parsonage is a house owned by the church

for the purpose of providing a home for the minister and family.

But the minister and his family can't change even the wall paint color

without permission from the church's parsonage committee.

None of these ever really became my homeplace.

Therefore, I will feature my parents' first and only owned home.

After dad's retirement, they finally were able to own a home

and decide for themselves what to and not to do to it.

 The following pics are of whole or parts of scrapbook pages

 that I made a long time ago.

Some of the lettering appears to be missing on the page below,

but that's because I didn't want to take the page out of its protector,

so there is a glare on it.

The one part reads: Roy and Shirley

Hilliard's first owned home.

Below is a pic where you can read this paragraph better.

The 56 is supposed to be 5680--the number part of the address.

My parents moved into this home when Dad was 62 and Mom was 63.

Mom was brought up to hate cats,

but one day my daughter plopped a white bundle of fur

in her Grandma Shirley's lap.

 Instant mutual love occurred.

Muffy completed this homeplace for my parents.

Dad loved working with plants, mowing the lawn,

and trimming the shrubs.

Muffy stayed at the house when mom and dad sold it.

Due to health reasons, they moved into a retirement apartment

that was a part of a huge Methodist Retirement Campus.

Pets weren't allowed, but the new owner of the house

gladly kept Muffy and she lived a long life here.

I guess this is the closest I come to having a homeplace.

                                                   It was  tough for me when they sold it,

but mom was able to get around in the new apt. complex

with her walker or in her wheelchair,

and that was good.

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