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I tell you, it was a most memorable day;                                                                                                                                   sad, but one that I will not soon forget.                                                                                                              It's a trip that I have longed to take for years.                                                                                                             And now, more than 40 years removed, and                                                                                                       When I finally arrived, I couldn't believe my eyes.
Others had informed me, but seeing was believing.                                                                                                           At least I thought so; there was a strange feeling.                                                                                                Where once there were three stores and a Post Office;                                                                                         now there was neither Post office nor a single store.
It was late afternoon, and at first, no mortals did I see.                                                                                                      I finally saw two vehicles whereupon I stopped a stranger.                                                                                                    He had resided there 3 years, and was a stranger and of no                                                                           assistance to me.  And I, a stranger also in my own home town.

My first school burned down many years ago.                                                                                                                  
My second school was a church, and I witnessed it                                                                                                      being in disrepair.  I traversed the grave yard and saw                                                                                                         burial sites and tombstones of people I once knew.
I walked past the very spot where my childhood friend,                                                                                                   James, hit me on the head with a stick while playing cowboys.                                                                                  

A short distance away, I turned onto the grounds of what was once             my third school which was now being occupied by the State Mental        
Health Department. These are cherished and treasured moments               
being absorbed in my latter years, that I am blessed and fortunate               to experience.                                                                                               

The house of my birth and the houses of my friends were gone.                                                                                     I could barely discern where they once sat.  The grounds upon which                                                          our homes once sat seems so much smaller now, and the feel of my                                                     emotions was a rare one as I tried to, like pieces of a puzzle, mentally place                                                       every building of my memory.  The playground where we used to play and                                                     the flag pole we platted in the month of May were no more.  Where my story                                             began; where my memories will never be erased; where the first 17 years of                                             my life were spent, there was now barely a trace.  Farm equipment, combines, and other machinery now have replaced the foundation of my home site.  Even though informed of the drastic changes, I still experienced loss and a deep sense of voidness.

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