Week 6 -- Prompt

You haven't been there since you were little. Now you go back................

Ray's Point Rd., Where to hell is that? Well it is where my grandparents used to live when I was growing up. It was on the water, salt water with the tide that comes in and out. Beautiful sparkling water to mud flats with little water pockets. There was their house, an old cape with clapboards on the outside. a shed attached and a big old barn. Fences around the back of the house and barn for the horses. My uncles house across the dirt road and a dozen or so summer cottages further down the road along the shore. The dirt road leading to my grandparents only had a summer cottage or two along the way.  Just before gram's house was a gravel pit and across the road from that sat an old cemetery. The cemetery was enclosed by an old rock wall, with an old iron door. Traveling past her house not only was the ocean, but a small mountain. I can remember gram making Christmas wreaths and saying to me, "Come on we have to go over on the mountain and get brush today."

Ray's Point was quiet and peaceful most of the time. Not much for traffic, cause there was nothing really down there. It did get a bit busier in the summer, as the few cottages that we past  her house the people would come and stay for a week or two, sometimes longer. The local men would go back and forth by because they would be going down to the shore to either go clamming, worming or lobster fishing.

WOW!!!!!!!!!!! To go back there now. I couldn't believe it. Her house now has vinyl siding on it. The old attached shed or the big old barn is no longer there, and all of the fencing is gone. Across the road where my uncles house stood is now a modern double- wide, and a small building. The old big shade tree sitting in the middle of the horseshoe driveway is gone. What used to be the gravel pit is now a house lot, with 2 mobile homes situated in it.

The quaint cemetery, with the rock wall around it has now expanded, with a new rock wall partially done to encompass the new headstones. The old headstone now covered with green mossy stuff from the weather and salt water.  Around the cemetery the trees are gone and there are two mobile home situated around the cemetery. The old iron door is gone. As a child never paid much attention to the cemetery, as there wasn't anyone there that I had known. But now I go there to visit as I have aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents there. It is amazing how things change through the years and the different meanings these changes have.

As for the summer cottages, oh my god, they are every where. The early cottages have now turned into year round homes. The traffic is steady, being a dead end road, it is back and forth all the time. The fields where I remember grampy cutting hay with horse drawn machinery, is now houses. The mountain which had just one dirt road leading to it and some old woods trails is now built up with houses and many spider roads coming off the one road leading to the top.

The road leading to my grandparents house which used to be dirt is now paved. Many houses built along the way. Oh my, what a difference.