the mailbox

I happened to be traveling along the main highway in Townsend, TN and passed by where Zach and I used to live when I was still married to his Father. {Before my marriage to Mr. wRight.} I slowed and turned into what was left of the driveway to the home that once stood all because I saw this mailbox. And then a whole lot of memories started filling my heart.  

You see, they've moved the setback house down to the Railroad Museum, it used to house workers from the Little River Lumber Company, I believe. Granny Cromwell's house was moved, too, to make room for the Great Smoky Mountain Heritage Center. Just to the right of the mailbox is the bike path and a big hill. Zach had an accident riding his 'kaku' down that hill. And in the tall, tall tree that still stand in what was the back yard, Zach swung in a baby swing that his father once swung in. 

Zach used to ask about the 'Townsend house' all the time when he and I first moved into town. He was only 3 1/2. I sometimes wonder what his memories of that time are.

But for now, I have this photo. And this layout. And lots of memories still to document.


  1. Monika,
    I loved reading the story behind this layout. It's true a picture is worth a thousand words!
    Thank you for sharing!!! I can't wait to see whats next. :)
    Hope you're having a relaxing weekend.

  2. I'm glad you stopped to document this part of Zach's (and your) story—I imagine that isn't always the easiest element of scrapbooking a personal history. I like how you did it, though!


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