|161 Crawford Road, Downingtown, PA|
We miss our old home at 161 Crawford Road in Downingtown, Pennsylvania so much. Even to this day, over four years since we moved to Delaware November 17, 2006.
|The road leading to our house|
We bought 6.8 wooded acres in the summer of 1976. Four year later we had our house built. We lived there happily for over twenty five years with our three Pomeranian dogs. We planned to live there until we died. But the Downingtown Area School teachers had a different plan for us. Their teacher's union kept demanding every higher pay and benefits that forced our property taxes to go up ever higher.
|The brick walkway Bill built|
Eventually, our property taxes got so high that I was forced to make the decision to sell our house and move to Delaware where the property taxes aren't so punishing to senior citizens like us. There was no way I could continue to live in Pennsylvania on Social Security and my fixed bank pensions. The teachers' unions saw to that.
|Bill's brick walkway from the road leading to the house|
I love our house in Delaware. I have a much better social life. There is no gay social group where we lived in Pennsylvania. We were surrounded by straight families whose main interest is raising children to attend the Downingtown Area schools. I had a few friends from high school but they were preoccupied with their own families. As I grew older and had to face the possibility that my thirteen year older life partner would probably die before me, I decided to move to an area of the country where there was a population of older gay men and women like myself. The Rehoboth Beach/Lewes/Milton area was perfect. Just tonight I returned from our weekly Friday Night Dine Out Group. There were approximately twenty-five of us older gay men who gathered at the Green Turtle Restaurant in Rehoboth Beach for a night of fellowship and camaraderie. A gathering which would have been impossible if we continued to live in Pennsylvania in Straight Land who only wanted our tax dollars to support their children going to school. No breaks for senior citizens in the Keystone State for paying property taxes.
|The brick steps Bill built leading to the terrace and the front door of our house|
Bill has never gotten used to living in Delaware. He doesn't go out to the Friday Night Dine Out Group. He doesn't need a gay social club. He only needs me. He is quite content to stay at home and work on his electronic projects. However, he does like to visit our former home in Pennsylvania.
|The parking lot below our house that Bill also built|
The new owners of our former home in Pennsylvania defaulted on their mortgage last year. The place i snow abandoned. We visit occasionally and we are saddened to see how the place has deteriorated. We used to keep it like a mini Longwood Gardens. Apparently that is too much for some other people to do.
Now the place is like a 'Grey Gardens.'
|View of the road leading to our house from Bill's brick walkway|
We loved the tree canopy
We haven't visited since before Christmas. Bill is looking forward to visiting our former home again. We usually visit on Sunday because the traffic is light. We were going to go last Sunday but it was too cold. This Sunday rain was forecast. Hopefully we'll be able to take a ride up next Sunday. I'm looking forward to the visit also. Even though we're saddened by the overgrown state of our former home, we still get a warm feeling when we walk those grounds which we used to share with our three Pomeranian dogs. We will always remember those years as some of the best of our life.
|Our 'backyard' - a parklike setting in the woods|
Below is a series of pictures I took during the showing of our house and grounds when it was up for sale. It doesn't look like this now. Even so, this is the way I will always remember our beautiful home in Pennsylvania.
|Another view of our 'backyard'|
with the afternoon sun streaming through
|One of my three ponds stocked with goldfish|
On November 17th, 2006 we moved into our new home in a Ryan Homes development near Milton, Delaware on a one acre lot with one tree.
The tree is a stick in this picture that was taken shortly after we moved in. It is bigger now. Bill misses his trees. One consolation, we don't have to rake leaves now.