A Trip Down Memory Lane

 

My favorite home in St. Peter. 

Mother and I took a nice trip down Memory Lane this sunny Sunday. After a delightful fall drive to this charming college town, it did not take us long to locate the two houses of our St. Peter days. Those houses account for two of the eighteen houses that I lived in before graduating from high school. Back in the day, that stone house on Washington Avenue was positioned right on the edge of the city limits.  Here also marks the beginning and the end of my chicken farm. Bob's Godfather, Mr. Mc Cracken, all the way from Medina, Ohio, was visiting us the summer of living in the stone house. Thanks to his volunteering to build a chicken coop, I finally saw the beginning of my dream come true.  Imagine collecting fresh eggs every morning! After the coop's completion, four white pullets were introduced to their new home. With city folks for parents, one unanswered question remained. Is a rooster necessary to accomplish the task of egg production?  Sadly the chickens did not make it to the next day. Either a neighbor's dog or fox feasted on those never to lay eggs chickens. That for some reason that was the end of my chicken farm. The answer to the egg-laying mystery remains to this day. We did take a successful trip down Memory Lane but my memory is not clear as to why the finality of the chicken ranch. Most likely it was time to move again. Mother had designed a house that was being built on upper Broadway, and it must have been move-in ready. As accomplished moving experts we packed up, and across town we would go -  on to the next house we would call home for a while.