Hidden journaling next to street sign,
Well everyone says,"Home is where your heart is ."I guess home is where my street is.Because in 2005 I moved across the street from my childhood home.Where I lived from 2 to 25.It is so funny to think back I never thought I would live so close.I knew I would stay in Hobart because our saying is "Once a Brickie always a Brickie."I remember my parents neighbors Mr. & Mrs.Hamilton would talk about our street all the time.They told us stories about the Indians walking from Gary to Downtown Hobart to trade goods.And that a movie star from the 20s or 30s vacation home was the house on the hill next to my mom & dads.And a sad memory too.That my dad's best friend's son Brian (a playmate of mine) was struck and killed by a car when he was 5 years old.I was taught we live on a very busy road so be EXTRA CAREFUL!!!I am teaching my children that now.It is amazing all the things I know about our street.It is a beautiful place to grow-up! AND I LOVE IT!!!