Walking Home

The other day I decided to take the train to New Canaan.  I have many different paths to walk home from New Canaan. I can walk to Darien and take the train. I can take the back roads to Stamford.  There are many beautiful houses and nature to enjoy on the walk.  That day I decided to walk to Pound Ridge, New York.

This is where walking home comes into play.  I was born in Stamford, CT. But I grew up in Pound Ridge  and lived there until I got married. My walk would consist of me going home and I planned to walk by the house I grew up in.

Pound Ridge is a big town and we lived right on the New Canaan border. Walking to Pound Ridge on Oenoke Road was like walking on memory lane. I

was a teenager when this wall was assembled.  The house was the weekend house for the mayor of Mexico City.  There was a house that had solar heating built in the 1950’s

I approached Barnegat Road. The road I grew up on.  There is a church and a

graveyard at the beginning of the street.  As a child my mother would walk us all the time to the church.  There was also a working farm at the time when I was a child.

Walking down the road my thoughts go to the people and houses that were an integral part of my life. There is a sloping yard where the Fossil’s barn was.  It caught on fire and burned to the ground.

The house I grew up in has been expanded dramatically since my mother sold the house.  It just not the same anymore.

But there is the rock.  My brother and sister and I would climb this rock all the time when we were living in Pound Ridge.  I even taught my daughters to climb the rock when we visited my parents.

After passing my house I continued to Stamford and finally caught the bus at the Fire House on High Ridge Road.  Next to the fire house was a house with a store attached to it.  The store is empty now.  When I was a child, my father would go to the store often with me. Usually, we would make the trip when we spent the whole day shoveling snow from our driveway.

It was a nice walk going home.  I have driven by my old house often.  Walking is so much better. You have time to bring up the old memories and reminisce about them.