Sometimes things take a long, strange route to come full circle.In the 1960's, my father took a job with a utility company in Northern Illinois. We had a house built in a new subdivision just outside the city limits of a small town on the Fox River in Kane County.
It was a little town, with old wood-frame houses under tall elms and oaks, and old brick and limestone buildings in the small downtown nestled by the river.
When I was in 8th grade, my dad took another job and we moved to Ohio. From there, a few years later, we moved to New Jersey. When Dad retired, they moved to Texas. My family never really came back to the Fox River - we had no roots there, and we were not ones to look back.
In the years since we left, suburban development from Chicago spread and now the flat bare cornfields I remember from childhood are built up with housing, big box stores, and huge corporate business complexes.
Two of my brothers ended up in the Chicago area purely by happenstance - one through work with a big university, and the other recruited for a corporate job. And now they work for a telecommunications company in the area.
So when our family looked for a new home for Mom, here's where she landed - a mere ten miles from the house we left in 1967.
How strange is it that?
5 comments:
That is strange. But things like this happen more often that one would think!
It is strange. Did you go have a look at the old house?
Nice blog, g! Welcome back to Illinois. At least when you visit your mom.
That IS wild. Since my hubby has a job that will enable us to travel, I am of the "wherever my family is is home" school of thought. But at the same time, it's nice to go back to old familiar places.
Strange, but meant to be?
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