Our House TG - Part 1 of 2Our HouseOur House TG - Part 1 of 2 by majorkerina
It had been three weeks since my mother died and one week since my dad moved into an assisted living manor due to advancing dementia. The family home was my responsibility now. I had good, older memories there.
When I was a little boy, I could remember riding atop my medium-sized, battery-powered toy train. I laid the tracks in the den and up the steps and around into the hallway. The darkness of the hall with the lights off made it like a tunnel. Then the train moved down to the living room and off to my bedroom. After a certain age, I was too big to ride, so I would put my toys and stuffed animals atop it and play conductor.
It was a beautiful time. My mother was a life-long head librarian for the county library and my father edited reference texts, so there was no shortage of books about the house. Sadly, neither had the mind or eyes to read for years.
I was a happy child but routinely sickly. No matter though. A day home from school meant another day on the railroa