By CHARLES BOOTHE - |
Last year I visited my niece in Fairfax for a milestone birthday party, driving to her house that had once belonged to my sister many years ago.
I remembered the house well and had a very clear picture of it in my head, including the front yard and each room inside.
But when I pulled up to the address, I thought I had been misinformed on which house my niece actually lived in.
No, this cannot be my sister's former house in King's Grant West, I thought. This house is much smaller and the front yard is not nearly as big.
But when I mentioned this to my family, including my sister, she assured me it was the same house.
Time, as we all know, changes our perspective of just about everything, and that's especially true of the things we were around when we were much younger.
That fact almost always hits me when I visit my grandmother's place in West Virginia, an old farmhouse that was once two side-by-side one-room log cabins.
The cabins were eventually joined, an upstairs with two small bedrooms was added, as well as a kitchen at the back of the house.