A Most Unusual Memorial Day
“To
every thing there is a season.” I was so
excited in 1973 when we moved into our new home. We had it built to our specifications and were ready for our new chapter of life, living in Country Village. We had only one child, age three, at that
time. Life was good and new neighbors
were friendly. The years brought another baby boy and twenty years of Young
Life meetings in our new home. Church friends and prayer meetings filled our living area. I loved cooking and they loved eating here
and praying.
Teens
hung out in our garage and played pool and stayed all night. Those same teens appeared at Delta High
School in my English classes. Hours of
planning and grading papers took up many evenings. Weekends were filled with soccer, wrestling,
football and tennis games as we watched our sons compete. Holiday meals and celebrations filled every
corner of our home and remodeling projects continued through 2010.
We
love our house, and the endless borders of gardens around our lawn. But, the season is over. With a beginning prayer, meditation, discussions for a week, and a continued confirmation
that God wanted us to move, I biked over to a stranger’s home around the
corner. A friend at lunch told me this
family was renting and looking for a house in Country Village. I appeared at their door ,
introduced myself, and said, “ I think
you need to see our house.” They had
three real estate visits that evening , but said they could come to our house
on Friday. They loved our house,
confirmed on Sat. they wanted it , and bought it on Memorial Day.
Now,
I am rejoicing that I can live in the same town with my granddaughters, and
stay longer in Englewood, Fla. during the winter. My sister sold her house the same week and for the first time in over sixty years, we can live near each other and paint together.
It is bittersweet rejoicing because I am leaving my neighbors of forty years. We have shared joys and losses together. We helped raise each other’s children. My best friend and I have walked the Country Village circle hundreds and hundreds of times discussing our lives and our children’s lives. We know every tree, house, and crack in the streets. However, everything has a season and my time in Muncie is over. I am sad to leave good friends, Commonway, my church, my writer’s groups, my art friends, and the countless number of students I have taught and watched grow and have families of their own.
It is bittersweet rejoicing because I am leaving my neighbors of forty years. We have shared joys and losses together. We helped raise each other’s children. My best friend and I have walked the Country Village circle hundreds and hundreds of times discussing our lives and our children’s lives. We know every tree, house, and crack in the streets. However, everything has a season and my time in Muncie is over. I am sad to leave good friends, Commonway, my church, my writer’s groups, my art friends, and the countless number of students I have taught and watched grow and have families of their own.
Denny
and I begin a new chapter in our retirement.
I am sorting, purging and selling household items. I want to travel light in these next
years. I have so many things for sale:
arts and crafts, dishes, furniture, linens, and antiques. I will be posting soon about sale
opportunities.
However, my
facebook friends come with me wherever I roam.
For that I am grateful. By blog will help me stay in touch with my friends and followers. My heart will always remain in Muncie because this town has given me many close friends and opportunities. At the end of July we will move. I suspect my blog may be a little neglected these next couple of months, but I will continue it when we get settled in Fort Wayne. Thank you, Muncie for all your love.
Oh, Sandi, I will miss you! You are such a wonderful, special person. Your house-selling venture sounds like a miracle--evidently it was meant to be. But I will miss you and your welcoming house too! Thank goodness for your blog and Facebook, so we can stay in touch. Sending much love your way.
ReplyDeleteLinda, your message blurred my eyes. Thank you for such kind comments. I will miss the warm and comforting presence of my writer friends. Feeling your love, thanks.
ReplyDeleteI am happy for you, but so sad for me. I wish you the best in your next chapter. Please let us know when your book is published. Love you,
ReplyDeleteNorma
Norma, I bet our paths will still cross. I will only be an hour and fifteen minutes away. We are driving three and four times a week to Ft. Wayne and the little girls haven't even begun school programs and sports yet. I can come back to a writers' gathering or an art walk Thursday.
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