In response to this week’s Community Storyboard writing prompt, Tomorrow, I wrote a short story that you can read here. In the story, the characters are imaginary, but the memories, the places, and the flood are real. The following pictures are of my childhood home which was damaged in the flood and is now condemned. Fortunately, my mother had moved out of the house a few years before and it was only being rented, or so I understand since it was deeded to a family member and I had nothing more to do with it once my mother left.
My family home is on the right. View from across the road.
A sidewalk lamp, no longer needed.
Not the best greeting when you want to visit your old home.
Once the entrance to the porch and the house proper.
Our neighbor’s house, showing how high the muddy water rose.
The side of our neighbor’s house. Yup, that’s a hot tub on the deck.
The following YouTube video will give you a good idea of the magnitude of the flood. The bridge featured in the video (which was being painted when the waters rose) was one that I traveled many times a day for many years.
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Marie A Bailey
Writer, blogger, knitter, cat lover, and introvert.
Thanks for sharing this well written and moving story, and the photographs, Marie. Going back to the home must have been so difficult for your mother.
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Thank you, Jill! I did change things around a bit for the story: It was me and my husband visiting my old home. My mother lives in the next town over and isn’t as sentimental as I am 🙂 Truth be told: Melissa is one my characters in my NaNo project. I hit the trifecta with this one: word count for NaNo; response to CSB writing prompt; and blog post for me. I know. I’m shameless 😉
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Sad photos as well as gripping story. Nice Job
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Thank you (again) 🙂
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Thank you so much articles for sharing
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Thank you for reading and commenting 🙂
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Really striking photos, Marie. There’s something very provocative about an empty house. Even though it’s empty, it’s full of your family’s past. Now to read the story… 😃
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Some irony with the house is that my mother had a lot of work done on it after she married my stepdad and I had moved away. So, in a way, it hasn’t been the family home of my childhood for a long time. I just really wasn’t prepared to see it like this.
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Jе suis pressé de lirе un autre post
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Vosѕ posts sont clairement attractifs
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