Trip to my past...

This last weekend I drove to the very small ‘town’ that my father grew up in. It is not really a town per say, but more an intersection where a train once stopped and a bend in the road. Hence the name Broadbent. Of course it could also be from the meander the small river took and created a large pocket of very good farm land in a small valley. In any case, this small town is where my father was born and lived till he left for school and the greater world. The old family farm house and barn are still there as are the cows and horses. There really is nothing else except farms and it must have been quite a boring place, at least by today’s standards.

Not terribly far from the small town, up the river about five miles was a small park which our family would go to when we visited the area. The draw was the park was on a bend in the river and this provided a nice swimming hole. The bend produced a small beach area and the river had a deeper section that was nice to swim in. The river never flowed fast in the summer so it was quite a nice little place to spend an afternoon. It looks about the same today as I remembered it, but in general it seems smaller. The trail seems short, the river seems narrow and the area seems to be just not as expansive as a small child would see it. In any case it was a nice trip down those memory filled lanes of my past.