While in NC, Mom and I took the back road to the family reunion. I wanted to see the family cemetery, the site where Grandma grew up, the church where the reunions used to happen and any other sight that seemed connected to Mom’s family. We were tootling along a country road, and suddenly I said “WHOA! Did you see that??” It was a house that definitely fit the description of “all grown up” (this was before I met Cousin Don and he used that expression). Check this out:

Imagine my surprise when Mom exclaimed, “That was Aunt Marticia’s house!”

 

 

The satellite dish tells me it was probably abandoned in the 1980s.

Here is another way things become “all grown up” in the south:

Kudzu!!