Tuesday, September 16, 2008

You Can Go Home Again (but you stay in a motel)

This past weekend I traveled south to Grants Pass, Oregon, the town where I spent my first eighteen years of life. My older sister, Janice, had a class reunion picnic on Saturday and she invited her sisters and mother along to visit our old hometown. Although all of us live in Oregon now, neither my siblings nor I lived in Grants Pass after graduating from high school. After our father died 16 years ago and Mother moved to Eugene, we've only visited G.P sporadically.

As you can imagine, the town has changed dramatically since any of us were teenagers there. There has been so much growth that we hardly recognized our old neighborhood, but we enjoyed walking around our old house, visiting with neighbors, driving all over the territory of our youth and reminiscing about the past. We also had dinner with my high school buddy, Toni, her daughter and mother.

There were so many great pictures I could have taken over the weekend, but when I got home, I found that I'd only taken pictures in the motel room and at our breakfast Sunday morning! Oh well, it's all about relationships anyway. So here are the highlights of "Grants Pass Revisited" hanging out in the motel room.

My mom and sister Janice...

 
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storytelling by sister Barbara...

 
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by Janice...

 
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laughing, laughing and more laughing...

 
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And finally, my sister Janice and I delight in wearing matching colors and singing "Sisters, sisters."

 
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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Thank you for sharing your smiles, you all look wonderful!....what a sweet trip to Grants pass that must have been!
Love, Janny