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The Old Paved Road: A Moment With Bill Reflection

Updated on July 18, 2013

Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.
Mahatma Gandhi


We moved into the house on North 18th Street in 1953 when I was a stumbling, bumbling tot of five. The street was gravel at that time, and on a hot summer’s day, after a car went by, the dust would hang in the air and make it darn near impossible to visit for a good ten minutes afterwards. My mother would hang clothes on the line out back after eight a.m. because by that time all the men would have headed off for work and the air would be reasonably clear the rest of the day.

Finally, in the summer of 1960, our street was paved. The large bulldozers and pavers spent that summer with us as a constant reminder of progress, and when the work was completed by October we sat on our porches and looked out on that black top road and could only imagine what other wonders would follow.

I simply had no idea.

18th Street and Monroe....Tacoma, WA
18th Street and Monroe....Tacoma, WA

Jackson Browne says it perfectly

LOVE IS IN THE AIR

Along that road I had my first crush and consequently was crushed by love the first time. Jennie Todd was her name, one year younger than me and a serious beauty with raven hair and, as I recall, budding breasts which drove me absolutely crazy. I could not have been more in love….or so I thought….for the emotions of a thirteen year old have very little in common with reality….still….

Jennie and I would lay in the tall grass, and look up at the white clouds drifting by, and talk of heavy matters with all the seriousness of clueless youth. Many a world problem was solved on those lazy afternoons, and many times I left her side at the end of the day feeling unfulfilled, frustrated and sorely lacking in the worldly skills necessary to take the relationship to the next level.

I kissed Jennie on a hot August day of my thirteenth year, and a month later she and her family moved to Oklahoma, leaving one shattered heart and thoughts of what might have been.

The home of my youth
The home of my youth

NEVER BACK DOWN

Along that road I learned that respect is not a birthright but rather something you earn and demand.

Twelve boys lived along that road, all between the ages of ten and fifteen, and pecking orders were quickly established, and rights of passage were experienced and paid for with bruises and blood. Friends we all were, but friends who at times tested each other in a domination dance as old as time itself.

King of the mountain was more than a game, and Red Rover was a childish event designed by, I’m sure, some sadist. Touch football resembled the landing at Normandy and tag more closely resembled the Roman Circus of old.

Humility was born there; ego died there; and through it all, companionship grew there.

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ALL FOR ONE AND ONE FOR ALL

Along that road I learned the value of community. The neighbors became extended family, and security was not measured by the number of locks on one’s doors but rather by the number of friends who constantly had your back.

I learned that the death of any man diminishes us all, and the birth of a new child was a reason to celebrate the birth of hope for all of us.

I learned you help your neighbor because, well, that’s what neighbors do for each other, and I learned that we were all only as strong as the weakest among us. Pot lucks, neighborhood barbecues, a never-ending supply of babysitters and support during those times when you fell to your knees from the weight of it all. They were all my family, and I theirs, and many a time we were called on to tote that barge and lift that bail because our help was needed and we gave it gladly.

Seems like yesterday
Seems like yesterday

KIDS WILL BE KIDS

Along that road I hit my first homerun, a 300 foot drive that took out Mrs. Monroe’s front window and a drive I spent the summer mowing lawns to pay for. I learned that telling the truth for mistakes is infinitely easier than losing respect by telling lies in cover-up mode.

I learned that forgiveness is given when remorse is from the heart, and I learned that we all have to learn, at times, the hard way so that easier days will be on the horizon. Kids will, indeed, be kids, and adults will be adults, and people will be people, and to judge one based on a single action is to cast stones from a glass home.

BLESSED ARE THE MEEK

Along that road I came to realize that a man’s religion is terribly unimportant when judging the man himself, and there are no atheists in a foxhole. I watched and learned as a Catholic bled the same way as a Baptist, and a Lutheran the same as a Buddhist. Tears have no belief system, nor do smiles, and to think that life can be explained by the place of worship on a Sunday morning is to have a very limited view of life itself.

I found that whether you kneel to a god or bow to nature, the only true judge of your character is the way you treat other people. There were lengthy talks about the existence of god and life after death, but in the end it all came down to how you lived your life, and if, on your death bed, you could look over the landscape of your life with pride and satisfaction.

Twelve years old and learning lessons daily
Twelve years old and learning lessons daily

RICH MAN POOR MAN ALL MEN WELCOMED

Along that road I found the poor to be rich and the rich to be poor, and monetary considerations were of little importance. Bigger televisions were purchased, finer home furnishings were on display and the latest cars were parked next to rusted-out relics, and none of it made any difference. A hierarchy of sorts was established by the haves looking down on the have nots, but when sorrow, rage or death came a’callin’, the size of your bank account held no sway. Wealth could not prevent divorce, and possessions could not hold back the aging process, and when the bell tolls it does not toll only for those scraping to get by in life.

DEATH BE NOT PROUD

Along that road I learned that the true believer in equality was death. From the housewife to the millworker, the bank executive to the shell-shocked veteran, the inevitable final act awaits us all. From my father I learned that even the bravest have something to fear, and from my uncle I learned that it is possible to die with dignity, and from them all, the aunts and grandparents, neighbors and strangers, I learned that life is for the living, and mourning the dead is a futile act that has no constructive purpose.

I witnessed the remarkable truth that some are dead while living, and some die and live forever, and if you are not enjoying every second of every day then you have missed the whole damn point of living, for life is the most precious of gifts and should never, ever be wasted.

The Simple Life: A Moment With Bill Reflection

MEMORIES FOR A LIFETIME

Twenty years were spent along that road, but a lifetime of lessons were absorbed there. I awoke each day along that old road a blank slate, impressionable and willing to learn. Not all lessons were pleasant but all were necessary in order that I reach this point in life, happily in love with the simple acts of breathing in and breathing out.

I returned to that old road a couple years back, and very little had changed. The blacktop was worn to be sure, but the memories remained as fresh as if they had been poured yesterday. I saw my dad hoisting a beer while sitting on the front porch, and I saw Mr. Mertz washing and waxing his old Ford under the oak tree. I saw Sally Norlin holding her dying son and I saw Butch Lerum wondering how it was possible that his wife would leave him.

They are all gone now and yet they still remain inside of me, cheering me on as I round third and head for the home plate of my life, and I guarantee that my travels through life have been made smoother because that road was paved back in 1960.

2013 William D. Holland (aka billybuc)

“Helping writers to spread their wings and fly.”

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Glimmer, my grandma used to say if you ain't learning you ain't breathing, so it's a good thing you are still learning. :) Thank you!

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      Glimmer Twin Fan 4 years ago

      What a wonderful remembrance of your youth and a reminder for us all. I could not answer your poll because I just don't know how much I learned about life during my childhood. I think I am still learning about life now.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      No problem, Michael...it means I know you support me. :)

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      Michael-Milec 4 years ago

      Oh Bill, forgive please, my intention wasn't to say as it sounds to those who do know all secrets of English language's idioms. ( I couldn't locate direct translation of meaning ..." You have my back." So not knowing what am saying disturbs me.)

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Michael, great addition at the end....the wisdom to know/do right....indeed my friend.

      Thank you and it's good to know that you have my back. :)

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      Michael-Milec 4 years ago

      Hello Bill.

      Heartening. Wonderful confession . In recollecting of my own early childhood, it was just like that, most of everyone around me was a role- model. People just did care to live decently, working, crating and for children it was show and tell teaching challenge. We were hungering for knowledge. Having access to so little information, comparing to present age, self discipline and good sense for morality, created strong characters and people of integrity. There was another strong component to it, giving us wisdom to know / do right, fulfilling with satisfaction and happiness . You're living example, and if anyone says differently, I'll handle it. (Uh )

      Voting awesome and interesting .

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      DDE, thank you very much and yes indeed, life is never boring and there is always something to learn.

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      Devika Primić 4 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      Awesome thoughts here and so well approached, sometimes as challenging as life as been there is always something to show for it.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Rajan and you are right: there are many lessons to be learned if we are willing students.

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      Rajan Singh Jolly 4 years ago from From Mumbai, presently in Jalandhar,INDIA.

      Beautiful memories and reading you reminisce about old times is a treat and education both. The path of life surely has lessons for us if we wish to learn.

      Voted up, my friend.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Sha, over time your son will come to appreciate it every bit as much as I do...well done, Mom!

      love,

      bill

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Cat, we can only hope you don't have to wait until you are sixty to find those answers. :) I have faith in you and I'm cheering you on from 3000 miles away.

      Wishing you peace and happiness my friend

      bill

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      Shauna L Bowling 4 years ago from Central Florida

      Wow. Your last paragraph gave me the goosebumps. What beautiful writing and beautiful memories. My childhood had me living in many different places. I've always envied those who have life-long friends. That always made me an outsider wherever we lived. My son is fortunate to one day tell the story of what he has experienced on this street. Our current home has been his home since just before his 3rd birthday. He has life-long friends and neighbors who have helped him learn how to ride a bike, tie his shoes and reprimand him when he's in the wrong. I'm glad I was able to give him that kind of life.

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      Cat 4 years ago from New York

      Billy,

      You're so right; even when people see an injustice, they often wait to see what others will do about it. I try not getting overwhelmed by the thought that I might be the only one with a mission... just maybe if we build it 'someone' will come!

      Every time you talk about getting to where you are and finding your version of 'life's answers' it brings all kinds of comfort to my mind. There's always hope!

      I hope you have a heck of a weekend yourself!

      Cat

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Deb! I think those years are so crucial to the development of a person, and I was very lucky indeed.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Rosemay; it was, indeed, a special time for me.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      drbj, we all need unexpected treats from time to time. Thanks for taking the journey with me, and may our good memories last a lifetime.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Yes, these are the impressionable years, and if lessons were not learned then, they would never mold that strong fortitude. A sterling example of what life teaches one in those times. Awesome, up, and sharing for life's lesson #1.

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      Rosemary Sadler 4 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

      A beautiful trip down memory lane and a time of learning the foundations of life.

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      drbj and sherry 4 years ago from south Florida

      This was beautiful deja vu for me, Bill, since I grew up in a small town (though our street was paved). Your coming-of-age memories are similar to mine in many ways. Thanks for this unexpected treat.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      ziyena, good morning and I hope this finds you well and happy.

      No, things are not as they used to be....and I keep hearing that often....but why can't we return? I've been giving this a ton of thought lately because of comments like yours, and a couple fascinating books I've been reading.....the only thing holding us back is us. :) I hate it when that happens. LOL

      Have a great weekend nice lady.

      bill

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Cat, a community of one? Pretty hard to do, but it's a start, right? :) The old movie line...build it and they will come. I think a lot of people long for that kind of existence but they are waiting for someone else to lead the way.

      So, you didn't find any of life's answers in the clouds? They are up there you know, and they are inside of you....it only took me 58 years to find them and they were in plain sight all along. :)

      Thank you my dear friend. Enjoy the heck out of your weekend.

      bill

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      vkwok, thank you very much, and have a great weekend my friend.

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      ziyena 4 years ago from ... Somewhere Out There ...

      Thanks for taking us back to something many of us can remember ... a time more innocent, and when we really LIVED in the moment, no Iphones or Ipads to keep us preoccupied, Starbucks or Walmart on every street corner, when families dined together at the table, and at least one parent was home with the kids, these are the days of decency and values, and a reminder to all that we are no longer as what we used to be. Awesome

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      Cat 4 years ago from New York

      Wow, Billy, stories like this seem almost too good to be true! Nobody makes me think about or want to relive my childhood more than you do. I don't know if there is still a sense of community nowadays like there used to be. Though a few years apart, I had a very similar childhood as you did. Kids as far as the eyes could see, playing in the streets and climbing trees, broken hearts and skinned knees. I want my kids to have these things so bad but I can't be 30 kids, I can't break their hearts and I can't be their neighbors. I try to hold onto this notion of a community as much as I can and I make my kids apart of it; it's just hard to be a community of one. But... I'm convinced, with some warming up; we can get people to jump on board. I love your story and it took me back. Just yesterday I lay in the grass and was looking up at the clouds; except I was looking for life's answers and I didn't find them.

      Have a wonderful weekend dear!

      Cat

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      Victor W. Kwok 4 years ago from Hawaii

      This is a really great hub.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Anna, you have a lyrical way of writing even comments...that last line was beautiful, and I thank you sincerely.

      Wishing you a peaceful weekend in Scotland.

      bill

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      Anna Haven 4 years ago from Scotland

      It was really good to hear some of the background behind the man.

      An interesting hub with a clear moral message running through it.

      Even when not intended a writer's words reveal their soul; yours is a good one.

      Anna :)

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Pearl, you bring up an interesting point. I had several grandparents and aunts die before I was ten, and there was little or not grief on my part. I just figured that's what happens, and you move on....I had to be older to truly appreciate the loss of a loved one. :)

      Thank you as always my friend, and I hope the heat lets go of you guys soon.

      bill

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      Connie Smith 4 years ago from Southern Tier New York State

      Billy, this was a fond return to kinder, gentler days. Thanks for taking me along. My own memories filtered in here and there as I read about your experiences. My brothers and I were our own company--no other kids on that rural road; but we learned from nature and our family. Still we were so naive. Older family members died, but we were really too young to feel the pain. To us it was just another fact of life. It wasn't until I entered the workforce that I encountered the 'real' world, replete with all its warts and moles, pains and pleasures.

      Voted Up++++ and thanks for the memories, my friend ;) Pearl

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Jo, that was a toe-curling kiss! :) You are right....those of us who were lucky enough to have had a loving childhood...so many did not, and I am fully aware of how lucky I was. :) Thank you and have a fabulous weekend.

      blessings always

      bill

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      My pleasure, Dora! Thank you and I hope your weekend is filled with memories...all good ones.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      My pleasure, Martin! Thank you!

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Alicia, if I have stimulated memories then I feel good about this hub. Thank you and have a great weekend.

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      Jo Alexis-Hagues 4 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

      Hi Bill, those old memories are precious indeed. But wow!!!.. that must have been some kiss... it was so potent the family had to leave town :). Those of us who were lucky enough to have had a loving childhood, will always look back fondly with a touch of nostalgia. As we get older some of those childhood days seem ever more vivid. I often find myself with a wistful smile on my face as I reminisce. Great write, many thanks for sharing your wonderful memories.

      My best to you always.

      Jo.

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      Dora Weithers 4 years ago from The Caribbean

      I love this hub. Life is made of memories. Thanks for sharing the precious ones that were created on your paved road.

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      Martin Kloess 4 years ago from San Francisco

      You have a positive and full outlook. Thank you for this reflection.

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      Linda Crampton 4 years ago from British Columbia, Canada

      This is an interesting and thought provoking article, Bill. It made me think of my childhood. I can't go back to my childhood home, since it's in another country, but I have many happy memories of the place where I grew up. Thanks for sharing your memories and stimulating mine.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you Faith...I love it when someone says my new hub is one of their favorites. I'm always trying to get better at this writing craft, and at least that gives me hope that occasionally I am.

      Those were the days my friend....now I can't wait for dinner. LOL

      blessings always

      bill

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Ruby, that's an interesting statement about the denomination of the church....our neighborhood was pretty set on the church business, and we were the only Catholics....but nobody seemed to care what the denomination was....you were judged by how you acted and that was that. :)

      Thanks my friend and I hope you have a lovely Friday.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Vicki, I was just telling Bev that I wished I had a 60 year old mind and a 30 year old body. If I had that I could rule the world. LOL Not that I would want to of course.

      Time stops for none of us my friend. The days are slipping by and there is so much still to do.

      Thank you and I hope you have a wonderful weekend.

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Oh, now, Bill, this is my favorite kind of writing here! Such lovely, deep reflections of childhood and family. That photo reminded me a bit of our little wood frame house on the corner of Sturkie Avenue and Teresa Street. Initially, there were only four homes on each corner there, and all woods behind with lush blackberries for picking and such beauty all around. Then the neighborhood built up around us, and you have described the nostalgia of yesteryear so well. We played outside all day long until time to come in for supper, and we did not want to come in then. I loved being outdoors and feeling so free!

      Thank you for this beautiful share here, now one of my favorites of your work!

      Voted up ++++ and sharing

      Hugs and blessings, Faith Reaper

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Your trip down memory lane brought memories of my childhood on seventh street in Mt Carmel, Il. We knew everyone and people actually helped in a time of need. I liked your statement, " There are no atheists in a foxhole. " As far as religion, we went to the closest church, the denomination was unimportant. Thank you for a look back...

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      Vickiw 4 years ago

      Great reflections, Bill. Have you noticed how time whizzes by these days? When we were young it just seemed to take so long for time to go. Later on we were so darn busy just trying to make ends meet that it didn't seem to be a priority. And the comes the time we start to look back . . . and the annoying business of looking forward to suddenly very little time! Just when we have met our potential to be wise, and appreciate so much in life . . . Sigh.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Jackie, that saying came, I believe, from World War 2....I knew quite a few veterans who said that back in the 50's....it's always been one of my favorites.

      Thank you my friend.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Dahlia, if we aren't learning we aren't growing. :) Thank you so much for joining me on this trip down Memory Lane.

      blessings and a hug for you

      bill

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      PS, I feel a bit sorry for those who did not have the kind of childhood you and I had.....with each passing day I realize how lucky I was.

      Hugs and blessings coming back at you

      bill

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      Jackie Lynnley 4 years ago from The Beautiful South

      You have brought me a saying I shall remember always. There are no atheists in a foxhole. Is that yours?

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      livingsta 4 years ago from United Kingdom

      Thank you for sharing these beautiful memories of yours Bill in a reflective way. We do learn lessons, something new all through our lifetime.

      Sending you blessings :-)

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      Patricia Scott 4 years ago from sunny Florida

      Every day is a gift for sure. As I read this I remembered my carefree youth and the loving and wise parents who provided me with the tools to embrace each new day. They walked with me when death came and taught me to love deeply while loved ones are here.

      Thank you so much for sharing this, my Friend. Angels and hugs and love are on the way ps :)

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      BNadyn, thank you! I realize with each passing year what an incredible childhood I had and how lucky I truly was.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      manatita, thank you so much, and God bless you always.

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      Bernadyn 4 years ago from Jacksonville, Florida

      This was a nice visit down memory lane and it made me think of my old neighborhood. My parents still live there so I see it often but it's changed so much. Most of the people I grew up with have moved and the kids I played with are grown like me and some live in different cities so I rarely see them. I remember learning some life lessons during those days, too and reading this made me reflect on my own memories of my neighborhood which I realize I rarely do. Beautifully written =)

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      manatita44 4 years ago from london

      Exremely powerful and meaningful reflections. Inspirational and I am sure a great source of comfort to many yearning souls. God bless you, Billy.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Joe, I know the Annobee Apts; recognized that address immediately. I had a friend who had a paper route in that area and I'd tag along with him and deliver there...what a small world, buddy. As for Shakey's Pizza, you bet...been there and done that. LOL How cool that we crossed paths. However, I never rafted the Graham River but I did fish it on more than one occasion.

      Screenwriter? I honestly would not even know how to start....that's one part of writing I am completely ignorant about.

      Anyway, future collaborations indeed, and thank you for your kind words. I want you to consider taking some of your reflective pieces and submitting them to "Chicken Soup For the Soul"...they pay $200 per piece if accepted.

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      Hawaiian Odysseus 4 years ago from Southeast Washington state

      I absolutely love these kinds of hubs. If Hollywood made more movies based on stories stemming from young people's perspectives, including all the major and minor conflicts associated with rites of passages, I'd be standing in the theater lines a lot more often, I tell ya. That old house of yours in the third paragraph sure looks familiar, Bill. In '75, I was attending TCC and living in a brick dive--The Annobee Apts.--at 323 N. "I," if memory serves me right. Was bartending at Shakey's Pizza (maybe I shared that with you already), and because I was a cop's son, only smoked my first pakalolo that year, along with sucking up the good old Budweiser, while riding a raft down the Graham River rapids with a bunch of friends. Good times...all brought back after reading this beautiful nostalgic piece.

      There's definitely a screenwriter inside of you, Bill, kinda screaming to get out. I know, because I got one of them pesky midgets inside of me, too.

      You just never know...

      Here's to future collaborations, my friend.

      Aloha!

      Joe

      (Bill, have you been getting my emails via the HP profile page? I've shared my responses with you there.) Have a good one, my friend!

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Sally, thank you very much. I was very fortunate for sure, and the lessons are universal in their truths....as for that novel...I'm still trying to figure out how to squeeze more time out of a day. :)

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      whonu, you and I were on the same wavelength today my friend. I really enjoyed your new poem....we were quite lucky, weren't we? :) Thanks for the visit. You are always welcome in my neighborhood.

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      Sally Gulbrandsen 4 years ago from Norfolk

      Beautiful piece of writing - I can relate to so much of it. The truth being that we all come into the life and we get to to learn a whole lot of lessons along the way. After that, we sure as eggs we are going to leave it in more or less the same way. I loved meeting some of the characters you describe - many of whom I think should be included in a Novel sometime. Really special! Thank for sharing - voted up

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      whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States

      "The only true judge of your character is the way you treat other people". yes Bill, my friend, you and I have a rightful sense of the true human spirit and what really matters in this life. Thanks for bringing back the memories that were so much like my early days and how we were brought up in a family setting. It makes all the difference, and when we are older, we appreciate it more. whonu

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      DJ, I truly was fortunate. I'm glad you enjoyed these old family videos. :) I appreciate you my friend. Thank you!

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Randi, I have no frame of reference regarding moving around...it must have been hard and yet your family gave you stability, and that is a beautiful thing. Thanks as always for commenting and being so loyal.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Vellur, it's always nice to see you here. Thanks for the visit and the kind words.

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      DJ Anderson 4 years ago

      Bill, this played out before my eyes like I was watching a movie. How fortunate you were to live a 'normal life' while

      growing up. You learned so much and seemed to be in tune with life.

      It was a pleasure to read this hub.

      Thank you for sharing.

      DJ.

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      Randi Benlulu 4 years ago from Mesa, AZ

      What a lovely post!bWhile I was reading it, I had 2 different thoughts. The first was that I moved around so much as a kid, I never got the chance to grow the relationships that 20 years in a home can give you. The next thought was that my family still instilled those values and each place I lived invokes memories and friens=dships. Each place was "Home" even if just for a short time. Thank you Bill for this enjoyable read!

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      Nithya Venkat 4 years ago from Dubai

      The old paved road has a lot of value and shapes us into what we are and teaches many valuable lessons that help us to keep going in life. A great hub.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Hey Sherri, good to see you. Thank you my friend.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      BuffaloGal, thank you so much. I really appreciate that compliment.

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      Sherri Tuck 4 years ago from Virginia

      Thank you for sharing the lessons that you learned on that "paved road."

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      T. Clifton 4 years ago from Buffalo, Missouri

      Very well written. You are very talented in articulating your reflections. I believe in God and He is in my reflections but I doubt I articulate near as well as you.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Eric, I think my growth cycle was stunted after childhood. LOL It seems everything I needed for life was taught to me very early on. :) Thanks buddy!

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you as always Janine; have a great Thursday!

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      Eric Dierker 4 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Just Awesome. Could not vote in the poll. You did not go high enough. I learned everything back then. The rest is just knowledge.

      (back in the day I loved to get the newspaper 3 blocks away where they made it, because I loved that old ink smell. Now I like to get Billy first thing in the morning to get that old time wisdom)

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      Janine Huldie 4 years ago from New York, New York

      Beautiful trip down memory lane and felt such similar feelings when I returned to my old neighborhood a few months back after years. Thanks for sharing and hoping you are having a wonderful Thursday now!

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      W1, thank you very much. Enjoy your day!

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      W1totalk 4 years ago

      Old neighborhoods teach some things. Great writing billybuc.