Can you go home?

Today as you might know if you saw my blog post the North Seatac Park Crows, I went to a place that was once a bustling community.   Homes and schools were built in the post World War period of the late 1940s and most the 50s.  Then an airport (SeaTac) grew up next door. Airplanes became noisier and people started to sue the Port of Seattle.  Several solutions were used.  One was to sound proof houses but for those right under the flight path they were bought out.

These houses were then sold off for pennies and if you know where or what to look for can see them around the area on new lots.

What was left was empty streets, stairs to nowhere, curbs, patios and non-native plants.

I know a lot of this from having lived in this area most of my life.  Even closer to me was a family my parents knew.   They lived on the corner of 136th & 21st South.  Not much left there to go home to now.

This is where my friends house was. 136th & 21st So Seatac, WA
This is where my friend’s house was. 136th & 21st So Seatac, WA

I was hiking around on the trails around Tubb lake and came across what seemed like blackberry cane.. Wrong!!  It did not give and turned out to be rebar.

These are not vines in the woods! They are rebar from another decade.
These are not vines in the woods! They are rebar from another decade.

While we are talking about going home…  a while back I went to a place I used to live in Duvall with my first husband.  That was during the 70s.  As you grow old you realize your life comes in stages. We all have childhood memories but there are also those of early adulthood, middle life, etc.  This was the place I made my way in the world beyond my parents.

So… when I drove up there I was surprised to see that it was gone.  The house, the barn, the fences and everything we had built was scraped away.   All that was recognizable was the driveway or rather what was left of it.

Looking back to the gate from my old Duvall house.
Looking back to the gate from my old Duvall house.
The driveway we built to our old house in Duvall. That was 1970s.
The driveway we built to our old house in Duvall. That was 1970s.

I will leave you with a picture of where the house was and a lesson that home is in the heart not in the house.  Tend that home inside you and happiness will be yours.

There was a house here & going home isn't an option any more.
There was a house here & going home isn’t an option any more.

4 comments

  1. Small world. My uncle Ralph was a pioneer in Duvall. Taylor Landing and Taylor Park are named after him. His family emigrated from Poole, England around 1913 when he was about ten years old.

    • Wow – it is a small world. I have been to Taylor landing but it was about 35 years ago. Duvall isn’t the same any more. Lost it’s charm when they built all those housing developments.
      Thanx again for vising my humble blog Love the interaction

  2. It has been at least a decade for me and that was just a quick trip through on the way to Fall City. My aunt and uncle lived in a house they had built that overlooked the river and the bridge. Alas, the lot in front (down the hill slightly) was finally developed and totally blocked that killer view.

    • It is a small world, we are all sort of related. Not only did I live in Duval but my aunt and uncle lived in Preston. But for some reason West Seattle has been where I hang out for more years than any. Fall City is cool but it does flood frequently.

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