I am so behind on here and summer is almost over. How crazy is that?
This post all started when I had a dream. A strange dream. I dreamed that I was floating down the river on a raft and we passed a group of people and they were somewhere awesome. I yelled out to them to see what the park was called and they yelled back 'Floden'! 'Floden?' 'YES FLODEN!' The first thing I did when I woke up was look up Flodin Park and sure enough there was a Floden Park in Edmonton. And it turns out, it's where my dad grew up. Who knew? How cool is that!
While we were there, we called Papa, because we knew he grew up in Beverley. He then sent us on a bit of a treasure hunt to the houses he grew up in. Park and walk aside - I think this was the boys' favorite park of the outing. They are now all about asking people where they grew up. We have an address for Nana's old house too to visit when we get back.
Papa lived in this home from when he was about 4 years old to 7 years old. His dad helped build the house and it was one of the first houses on the street with in-home plumbing.
He lived in this house down the street from the age of 7 til about 16 years. His dad also helped build this house. These houses were some of the nicer on the street at the time and are actually in decent condition now.
Taking these photos and going through Papa's old neighborhood prompted stories of his childhood. That was probably the best part. I will have to have him write down!
