|Heritage Garden, photo by Midge Frazel, 2014|
After my paternal grandparents died, and before I was born, my aunt lived with her husband, and her two brothers in the house on Bowling Lane. They had my first cousins, then, my uncle got married and moved out and my father moved to Providence and then married my mother. Census records and city directories confirmed what I learned from family.
Dad planted the lily of the valley in the wooded area behind our house in Cranston, RI. After we bought a house in Bridgewater, MA, Dad appeared with a box with plants in it. "Share the wealth!", he said, ever the tightwad Scotsman.
The plants flourished in our yard. He checked on them every year until he passed away in 1998. My mom lived a few more years and when she died, I went outside and checked on the plants. Selling your childhood home is hard. But, the neighborhood is strong and lives on.
When my daughter and husband bought a house, we dug some up and planted those in the wooded area behind their house. They are just now beginning to grow and take hold. I was worried they wouldn't survive so hubs bought established plants for our yard and this summer we added two or three dug up plants to add to ours.
So, now I have my own little garden of remembrance. Why don't you start one?