Blast from my Past

Today while catching up on some internet reading, (stomach flu kicked my ass yesterday), I fell upon some information from my childhood hometown, Millbrook, NY.

The village of Millbrook was a great place to grow up and I have so many amazing memories of living in a small, quaint town of about 1,000. Bike rides with friends, the playground, chuch on Sunday, Sunday school, Brownies, camping, dairy farms, family ice cream runs, drive in movies, parades, fireworks, lemonaid stands, horseback riding, catching frogs, polywogs, and fireflies and holding them in a jar until the last possible moment. Family outings to Vanderbilt and Roosevelt Mansions. It is also where my Mom is buried and my grandparents still have a summer home. Today it is considered one of the wealthiest towns in the State of New York and is full of antique shops and Bed and Breakfasts.

I wish I could go back more often, mainly to take my kids to the cemetery and the park. I would love to take pictures of them playing on the same lawn that I caught my first frog. Hear their voices bouncing off the same walls that my own bounced off so many years ago between the ages of 4-7 would make my heart soar. A trip back home is on my agenda for this year.

This is Bennett College. It was a beautiful female college at one time. My dad was a part time janitor there for a short time. He used to bring all kinds of stuff home that the girls threw away. It was an interesting time the 70's. Lots of browns, orange, mushrooms, and

Then it was condos, and now it is just an eyesore. So sad! These beautiful pictures were found on flickr by some really talented photographers.

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