U Is For Unchanged
I sometimes envy people who live in historic places. There is something comforting about places that are untouched by time. I don't live in one of those places. Hermiston was incorporated in 1907. There aren't historic buildings and I haven't seen any historic markers celebrating that anything notable ever happened here.
The schools that my children attended have been torn down and replaced by modern buildings. Even the Hermiston McDonald's has been modernized and looks nothing like the original fast food restaurant. The old drive-in theater has been replaced by a multi-plex theater. The town has grown considerably since we moved here over thirty years ago, but, compared to metropolitan areas, it is still small.
When my children were young, we had only one city park. It is still there and the grandchildren and I went there last summer. The play structures had been replaced with newer, safer equipment, but the trees that shaded us from the summer sun were the same trees that sheltered me when I was a young mother with two active children. Thirty years later I sat on the same bench to watch my grandchildren play. I told the granddaughters, "This is the park where Mommy used to play when she was a little girl." They weren't impressed. They wanted to go to the park with the castle play structure.
When the granddaughters come to stay with me this summer they will once again sleep in "Mommy's bed," their mother's childhood bed. One thing that remains unchanged is that I always sleep well when the people I love are safely tucked in under my roof.