It was and still is a lovely quiet neighbourhood.
Oak trees are prolific, a living green canopy providing dappled shade.
I feel very much at home in Oak Bay.
The Avenue is on my weekly rounds and I remember how quaint and small it used to be...
basically a couple of short blocks of retail shops, the butcher, bakery, banks, grocery store, cafe, real estate agent and one cannot forget The Oak Bay Theatre.
(where I sat to watch Romeo and Juliet ~ 5 times!)
Today The Avenue spans from Monterey to Foul Bay Road
there are some who like to think it creeps a little further nudging towards Richmond Road.
(I think not) The Tweed curtain officially starts at Foul Bay!
The street where I grew up is a humble block named Guernsey.
We had no sidewalks, today it is the same...
the houses are the same although they have been tarted up with fresh paint and some of the gardens have changed, including ours...
Mother had a green thumb and we had lots of flowers and beds in front of our home.
Today many of the beds have been filled in...although it has similar bones to the design.
I drive Mother by often and we stop to stare.
It is a modest 2 story home covered in pebbledash stucco, which as a child used to fascinate me.
You could see shells and broken bits of coloured glass which I tried to pry off on occasion.
Our family home transports me back to a time of innocence and freedom.
I can almost hear myself giggling as a girl...
I wonder what Mother feels and thinks as we sit silently in the car.
A few moments in time where we almost hold our breaths and listen to the echoes of dialogue from the past...
in the distance...
the voice of my Father as he flips burgers on the BBQ
two little girls playing with dolls and staking out our territory in our shared bedroom
Mother singing with abandon as she washes dishes...
her habit was to circle the rims of the crystal goblets with her fingers to make them sing with her.
It seems like such a long ago and yet like almost yesterday.
A week or so ago we stumbled upon this sign...
one block from Guernsey
we stopped for a plant sale
Gardener and author Lynn Milnes has a stand outside her home.
My sister studies the plants tags before choosing several marionberry bushes.
I couldn't resist sneaking a few pics.
Lynne's garden is a gem snuggly tucked away on a block long byway,
like Guernsey it too has no sidewalks!
Can you see that the telephone pole has been painted a bright blue with some flowers?
I'll be back in Oak Bay every week for as long as I am able...
My 40th High school reunion is this summer
Oak Bay High
will be demolished
to build a new school very soon.
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It will be rather strange perhaps surreal going back...
for one last time.
Where did you grow up and do you go back and visit often?