|September 1970 Then and October 2014 Google Map Now|
There in every room, ever closet, every corner was a memory waiting to be recounted. Westbrook would take his family to visit his brother Pat about once a year. I remember celebrating my birthdays there (August) a number of times down through the years. Pat was a terminal bachelor. His house was small, but seemed to be able to take on a large amount of visiting Finlaysons. I remember as a kid, Pat sharing his bed with me. Everyone would share beds. There were two couches along with cots in the closet. I don't recall anyone complaining during these trips because we were all visiting UNCLE PAT!
Tonight I looked up Pat's old house via Google Maps. Even though I know there is no going back there, seeing the house perched atop that familiar hill, my mind still makes that journey back there.
Someone mentioned Macon, GA this week, of course I thought of Pat. Wouldn't it be great to see him again, even if it meant getting shanghaied into another day long sightseeing tour under the guise of a post office run?