The House my Father built

When I stand at my kitchen sink I can see Los Alamos. It was a habit of mine that when I would look out my kitchen window, in my heart I would say hello to my dad. After he passed away, looking towards Los Alamos made me sad cuz’ he wasn’t there anymore.

Going through my dad’s paperwork (he saved EVERYTHING) I came across his documents on how he got the lot that he built his house. I thought it was pretty interesting. I loved that house. In my mind I can hear the wind blowing through the ponderosa pine trees and the gorgeous view from the patio is imbedded in my mind. My dad loved nothing better than to sit on his patio and enjoy the view. If the weather permitted, we would always sit on the patio during our visits. We drank coffee on the patio, ate meals on the patio, and I learned to roller skate on the patio. So much of our families activities were centered around the patio. Going through old photos helps me to remember how much the patio changed through out the years, but the beautiful view never did.