A couple weekends ago I found out some of my cousins from Virginia who I hadn't seen in ages were going to be in ohio up at my Grammy's house. I decided late friday night to take the trek.
On Sunday morning I went for a walk around town. I found out that the old house on Main street in Marblehead that I used to live in is for sale. Not that I would ever consider buying it, but I COULD if I wanted to. It kind of looks a lil run down. It was built in 1929...I found that interesting. I also think its fun to walk by the church my aunt goes to and remember things about the church like getting chocolate easter bunnies from Father Ott (if that's even how you spell it) and going to a midnight mass christmas eve one year. Good times.
It was fun getting to see everyone from Virginia. I was only there from about 5 am Sat morning until after church on sunday. But it was still fun. I havent been to the Marblehead light house in ages. I didn't get much sleep friday night because I went to a dance in Cincinnati before driving the 4 hours north at 130 in the morning. So I was sleeping when everyone decided to go to the lighthouse. Oh well. I did it by myself. Bad idea to take a picture of myself after just waking up, but again, I did it.
The weather was perfect. I am glad we got to drive around the penisula and talk with my grammy about who lived where and who was married here and who was born here, and who built this house. I wish I could remember it all, but even still. It was fun to talk.
My grammy has lived down this street as long as I can remember. I'm pretty sure my whole life she has lived here. There used to be a big tree growing in the middle of the road. My dad used to drive us like we were going to hit it and then hurry up and miss it. We always got a kick out of that. They took the tree out many years ago. That was a sad day, but we knew it had to happen eventually. The pile of asphalt that covers that hole can kind of still be noticed. I'm sure they havent redone the road much. Not like a lot of people travel it. This is also the road that brings back memories of me falling out of my moms station wagon. I'm sure I was not much older than 5 if even that old. My mom used to bring us to her moms house to get babysat everyday while she went to work. It was a winter day i'm pretty sure. I remember being in a snow suit. I was sitting in the front seat. I'm sure I was just taking after my mom and taking off my seat belt long before we actually pulled into the drive and when we turned the corner to the driveway....welll....i mustve opened the door, i dont know how else this wouldve happend, but i definately fell out of the car and rolled in the ditch. Haha I still laugh at it even though I dont remember it all too well. I probably remember telling the story more often than the actual event. Good times.
While we were in Marblehead we decided to go see grammys sister Aunt Ethel. Aunt Ethel is 10 yrs older than my grandma! wowzers. These ladies are 84 and 94! Can you NOW tell why I enjoy listening to their stories so much!? My favorite was my gram telling us about how if she had a chance to do it all over again she wouldn't have gotten married. She wouldve just saved herself the grief. HAHAHAHA it was hilarious. She always rubs her head when she is trying to remember things. My mom does it , and I'm sure i'll do it someday too. Aunt Ethel was telling us about the day she got married her house got caught on fire. They were trying to fix up her dress so you couldnt see all the places it had smoke damage. CRAZY! I'm sure that just wouldnt fly with some girls today. They would probably just get a new dress. BUT not Aunt Ethel. She got married anyway...ruined dress and burnt hand and all. They talked about all the memories of things that happend in her home. How they used to live in the garage while it was being built.How one of their grandmothers lived there in her last days. I was being stealthy and taking pictures and videos while they were talking. I love going to Aunt Ethels! I think she even remembers me a little bit :)
Grammy (Julia Stark) on the left and Ethel Gresh on the right.
They also talked a little bit about how their dad changed his name. They are Sedlaks. They dont seem to remember, but Sezdlak or something like that was how his name used to be spelled. Its fun to hear stories, but accuracy, not sure we can count on anything so much. Thanks mom and Kim for going on our little outing through marblehead and down memory lane.
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