A Stroll Down Memory Lane
This week has been a week of friends… A week of memories.
Mike’s oldest and closest friend, another Mike, and his wife, Sandee, came to our house for dinner. They live in Tampa. Though we have been able to connect a few times at other venues, this was the first time they have visited us since we moved to Inverness.
My Mike chose the menu. Spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread. Sandee brought dessert.
Hey, entertaining “decision free” is pretty cool.
I loved hearing the two Mikes talk about times gone by.
· There was the time Mike L. wrecked his motorbike on the gravel road and my Mike’s mom patched him up.
· Mike L. told me how he walked with my brother-in-law, Ronnie Waters from Adams Junior High to Bob and Ernie’s Bait and Tackle after school. (the Waters family business)
· Mike L.’s profession was a horse trainer. Stories of training horses with my Mike’s assistance were fun to hear.
It was a wonderful evening. That was on Thursday.
If you read last Wednesday’s post, you know I painted a lake picture. If you missed that, you’ll find it HERE.
The artist I studied under for that painting, offered to help me frame it at her studio this week.
It turns out her studio is in Dunellon, Florida on Riverbend Road. Interesting. My parents once lived on Riverbend Road. I took Mom with me.
We stopped for a sandwich at The Front Porch, a longtime favorite restaurant started in 1986 by my mother’s oldest and dearest friends. They no longer run the business, but their fingerprints are all over it. The Front Porch remains a favorite among the locals.
After lunch, we located Briget’s studio and in short order headed back down the road, my framed painting in hand. The area has grown. Changed. We slowed down as we came to Mom and Dad’s house. It has changed a bit, but the memories haven’t.
“Do you think we could maybe drive down by the cabin?” Mom asked.
Many years ago, my parents and some friends built on adjacent properties. Mom and Dad’s was a cabin for weekends and such. Ed and Treva build a larger place. My daughters have wonderful memories of that property. They loved to feed the foxes and explore the land. And every afternoon, Mom and Dad took them swimming in the icy cold Rainbow River.
As we drove, we spoke of old times. It was a wonderful afternoon with my mom.
Like I said…This has been a week to stroll down Memory Lane…well not exactly.
Memory Lane was the name of the road I lived on during my teen years. Trust me...that would be an entirely different post!
