Were the h@ll is Buchannon WV
Good morning, in my blog today I am going to take you to a magical place. A place where "the little people" played in the forest, were you could hear the trees talk to you, and find the most beautiful pseudo archaeological finds. This place was my grandparent house in Buchanan West, By God, Virginia. (Note everything from here out is through the eyes of a child.) I loved this place, it was were you could run off in the woods and be free. It was on top of a mountain, the road was gravel and if it snowed we would park at the bottom and climb up. My grandmothers mail box was at the bottom and when i got to go get her mail i would run down the hill trying not to hit a tree. There was a barn to explore, although it was kinda of scary so i did not go in there alone and going in with my brother only made it worse. (He knew i was a timid child and loved to make scary things horrific.) There was a coal house/shed, but that was my grandfathers special place and as a child i never really got to explore it. There was a meadow with deers eating apples. It was a truly beautiful space.
If meadows,forests and buildings to explore where not enough to make it heaven for a child there were ponies and dogs to run around and get into mischief with. On one of my adventures playing in the woods I was even rescued by a blind pony, (i cant remember his name) I was playing and got lost. Not knowing what to do i started to cry. He shoes up nudges me and i shows me back to the barn.
Then there was the people. Truly wonderful family o mine. My cousin, David, got this old truck. I thought it was the most wonderful truck ever. Then he fixed it up and it was amazing. (I think i got my love of cars and wanting to fix up old clunkers from David.)
I know I got my love for motor cycles from my Uncle Dewey and his Honda gold wings. I remember getting a creature maker at a yardsale and making him a gold bat for his motor cycle. I know now that he probably thought it was a silly idea, but he took it and appeared so pleased with it. I was so happy.
My cousin Stan was so smart. I wanted to be as smart as him even though, i knew it was hopeless to wish for that, but a kids gotta dream big right. Then he wrote a book and all I could think about was becoming a writer. One of these days when i finish my book he is going to get the first copy.
There was a bad side to my wonderful days at my grand parents house, my arch nemisis, the evil one (or at least to a kid) my cousin Sharla. She got me into sooo much trouble. (Ok, ok, we got each other into trouble.) But every good super hero has to have a villain. She was my Moriarty.
If meadows,forests and buildings to explore where not enough to make it heaven for a child there were ponies and dogs to run around and get into mischief with. On one of my adventures playing in the woods I was even rescued by a blind pony, (i cant remember his name) I was playing and got lost. Not knowing what to do i started to cry. He shoes up nudges me and i shows me back to the barn.
Then there was the people. Truly wonderful family o mine. My cousin, David, got this old truck. I thought it was the most wonderful truck ever. Then he fixed it up and it was amazing. (I think i got my love of cars and wanting to fix up old clunkers from David.)
I know I got my love for motor cycles from my Uncle Dewey and his Honda gold wings. I remember getting a creature maker at a yardsale and making him a gold bat for his motor cycle. I know now that he probably thought it was a silly idea, but he took it and appeared so pleased with it. I was so happy.
My cousin Stan was so smart. I wanted to be as smart as him even though, i knew it was hopeless to wish for that, but a kids gotta dream big right. Then he wrote a book and all I could think about was becoming a writer. One of these days when i finish my book he is going to get the first copy.
There was a bad side to my wonderful days at my grand parents house, my arch nemisis, the evil one (or at least to a kid) my cousin Sharla. She got me into sooo much trouble. (Ok, ok, we got each other into trouble.) But every good super hero has to have a villain. She was my Moriarty.