Thirty five years ago this summer, I moved from Bolivar to Willow Springs to start my first job after college, as Associate Pastor at Trinity Baptist Church.
Young, green, know-it-all, self-rightous, intolerant, probably unloving in many ways.
I didn’t last long.
Mom and Dad followed me from Bolivar in their old station wagon with a trailer full of ‘late basement, early attic’ family furniture. I’ve long since disposed of almost all of it, save for an antique rocking chair.
This was my first-ever rental. I went directly from the college dorm to a teensy two-bedroom house with a wood-burning fireplace and a furnace with a big gas tank in the back yard. And a huge yard it was to mow, with a gas mower borrowed from Rex up the street.
I bought a waterbed a week later.
And moved less than 13 months later after a meltdown at the church.
An almost-exhaustive compendium of
photos of places I’ve lived over my 56 years
I am missing photos of the places I lived during the summers of 1981 and 1982, as I worked in Missouri between college semesters. Summer 1981 was at Southwest Baptist University in the Admissions office; Summer 1982, in Tarkio as a summer missionary.
1986. I am missing a photo of the house I rented in Bolivar while I was Director of Admissions at Southwest Baptist University. The building has subsequently been demolished.
1999. I am missing a photo of my townhouse in Owensboro, Kentucky, where I taught college for one year.
And then I bought my own dream home in November 2008. And I’ve been here ever since, with one dog and then another. I like it here.
Tuesday evening, on the porch swing.
From the south.
The new, 25 Lawn Place, on January 27.
Empty porches on Lawn Place.
25 Lawn Place, dressed for the season.
Here’s a bonus: my elementary school in Lee’s Summit.