Weekend Snapshot: Number 34

Saturday morning I physically took a trip down memory lane, but first I'll begin with a shot of my newly transplanted tomato plants.Since it will be a long time before I have any tomatoes on my plants, I decided to check out a new open air farmer's market in a shopping center near me. Unlike the large state farmer's market I featured last weekend, this one is very small and the farmer's set up booths Saturday morning at 8:00 and leave at noon (or I think that's what it said).
These are hot house grown tomatoes from a small farm east of me. The one I ate Saturday night was delicious. After I left the market, I decided to go to my childhood stomping grounds since I haven't been by there in a long time and it's not far from the market at all.
I was pleased that the field of buttercups in the park down the street from where I grew up was in flower. I used to make long necklaces with the buttercups and I always enjoy seeing them this time of year. After I left the park, I drove up the street to the house I grew up in, and where my parents lived for 40 or so years. I have to admit that I almost didn't recognize the house because of the new landscaping but I really liked what the current owners had done with the front yard. The house itself from the front didn't look that different although I had heard from a family friend that a wing had been added to the back of the house.For comparison's sake, below is an old shot of the house from when I was a teenager, I believe. Although shot at a different angle, you can sort of see how the house is virtually the same from the front but the new landscape is much more involved.My last stop on my trek down memory lane was to the wrong side of the First Baptist Church. Just kidding but Bill used to joke, when people asked if we lived near my parents, that we lived on the wrong side of the First Baptist Church, but not as far as the wrong side of the railroad tracks. We did live very close to my parents, and were indeed on the other side of the big Baptist Church, before we bought the house I still live in. Bill and I met in the house below when it was two very small apartments. I was literally the girl next door. After we fell in love and married, our landlord let us knock a hole in the wall and turn it back into a single family house which is what it had been before it was a duplex. We lived there as neighbors from 1978 to 1980, and as a married couple until 1984. Kind of cool because we had two little kitchens during our early married years.
While I was snapping pictures of the house where Bill and I met, the woman who lives there came outside and asked if she could help me. I said no and explained that I met my husband there and told the story about how we were next door neighbors when the house was a duplex, and then got married in 1980, knocked a hole in the wall, and stayed there for our early married years. She insisted that I come inside and see the house and what it looks like now. It's perfect. It has been restored and improved and is a nice little house. I really like what has been done to it. So that was my Saturday morning trip down memory lane with some delicious tomatoes too.

Monday is the post day for Weekend Snapshot but I tend to post early. weekend-snapshot