Perhaps you read about my road trip 1 from Florida back to my home town in the Chicago area. Well, I’m here and thought I’d show you the suburb where I grew up.
Even though there are suburbs on top of suburbs which makes it quite an urban area, my little suburb is called a village. Mom and I took a ride into the middle of the village, and I thought I’d share the photos I took.
It’s one of those paradoxical things where it seems like everything has changed, but nothing has changed. It’s not so much been modernized as just updated to look new. The first people settled here in 1841, and it didn’t become a village until 1890.
Thanks for sharing in memories of my old stompin’ grounds.
All that manicured lawn in the church photo, used to be a motley growing field. They’ve since changed it to look like these two photos above and below.
Around the corner from the gazebo above, is another gazebo in the below photo. Many eons ago, on my wedding day, we parked on that street you see to the left (below) to take photos. The police chased me (the bride) and the wedding party out. We were quite the threat. 😉 I guess we parked in a no-parking zone.
Check out a few more photos below of the beautiful day, and perhaps read my memoir anthology about growing up there.