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?
That is strange. But things like this happen more often that one would think!
ReplyDeleteIt is strange. Did you go have a look at the old house?
ReplyDeleteNice blog, g! Welcome back to Illinois. At least when you visit your mom.
ReplyDeleteThat 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.
ReplyDeleteStrange, but meant to be?
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