Oh, Morainewood!

In December, my childhood home was razed. It was completely eradicated. 

In a year or so, all traces will be totally gone as the woods reclaim its grounds.

It is shocking to look at but still I am grateful to Lisa who went out and took some photos for me.

The ancient black walnut tree remains. It stood at the base of the home, guarding the basement garage. It is at least 250 years old now and I am glad it survived the demolition.

We parked my horse trailer under it - my dad took this old picture of me one summer evening as I was cleaning out the trailer's interior.

The concrete stairs down to the paddock in the ravine were left, a vestige of my earliest days as a horse owner.

You can see the handrail and some steps on the far left in this old photo of Amy, Flame, Nick, and Pokey waiting for me to walk down to them, bringing their breakfast.

The moss covered retaining wall next to the barn also survived. A large pile of big rocks has been dumped next to it so clearly something is planned for that area.

Surprising, the old mailbox was left, although for some reason, it was moved to the other side of the driveway and next to Gossip Corner.

Gossip Corner was a spot in the paddock where our horses would stand and call back and forth with the horses down the road. My dad dubbed it that as a joke and it stuck. The corner post of the fence remains, too. 

This spot was also where I would stand and wait for the school bus in the early morning. And when I think of how many early model horse journals, magazines, and correspondence (complete with SASEs!) were delivered to that very box... 

So much history at this spot that we called home. Family. Horses. Dogs and cats. Model horses. School and life changes.

This song expresses some of how I am feeling.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSelQyMvMyE

My home may be gone, but the memories Morainewood will always remain.