I'd like to introduce you to our
Independence Day
Surprise Visitors...
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These lovely people are Scott Randall and his sister, Cleone.
Their father, Percy Randall, built this house in 1955 when Scott was 8 years old.
Scott lives just outside of Manti and was in town visiting family for the holiday.
They thought they'd take a drive down memory lane and, for them, Memory Lane happens to be Fruitland Drive where they spent all the days of their childhood years.
His first 8 years were spent right next door to the south where the Brechbill's now live.
As they drove by Our Retro Bungalow, Scott noticed something being thrown out the window.
He turned back around toward the house, parked his car in front, got out, walked up to the front porch and through the pink daisy front door into the house and introduced himself to Dean.
Mr Mossi suddenly felt a bit sheepish and apologized for the condition of the house and explained just exactly what was going on.
Scott assured Dean that it was all okay.
We had such a wonderful visit with these fine folks.
Scott reminisced about how he used to take his baths
in that very bathtub when he was just a boy.
He told us about the 60 head of cattle his father kept across the road
back when the Randall family owned most of North-East North Ogden.
He talked about the countless cherry and apricot and other fruit trees that grew
everywhere along our east side as far as the eye could see.
He told us how he and his friends and cousins would toboggan
down our backyard hill all winter long.
He told us about the irrigation canal (so THAT'S what that little gully is up there) at the top of our property that watered all the surrounding orchards, fields and gardens.
He told us about he and his father driving all the way to Arizona to purchase the flagstone to put on the front of the house under the living room window and the front porch planter.
I could literally go on and on and on about our visit, but long blog posts
often make for tedious reading.
And speaking of reading...
I'd really like to get some in tonight, so there's another reason to keep this quick.
Suffice it to say,
it was an absolutely delightful surprise visit with the children that
this old house once knew and sheltered.
Independence Day
Surprise Visitors...
.JPG)
Their father, Percy Randall, built this house in 1955 when Scott was 8 years old.
Scott lives just outside of Manti and was in town visiting family for the holiday.
They thought they'd take a drive down memory lane and, for them, Memory Lane happens to be Fruitland Drive where they spent all the days of their childhood years.
His first 8 years were spent right next door to the south where the Brechbill's now live.
As they drove by Our Retro Bungalow, Scott noticed something being thrown out the window.
He turned back around toward the house, parked his car in front, got out, walked up to the front porch and through the pink daisy front door into the house and introduced himself to Dean.
Mr Mossi suddenly felt a bit sheepish and apologized for the condition of the house and explained just exactly what was going on.
Scott assured Dean that it was all okay.
We had such a wonderful visit with these fine folks.
Scott reminisced about how he used to take his baths
in that very bathtub when he was just a boy.
He told us about the 60 head of cattle his father kept across the road
back when the Randall family owned most of North-East North Ogden.
He talked about the countless cherry and apricot and other fruit trees that grew
everywhere along our east side as far as the eye could see.
He told us how he and his friends and cousins would toboggan
down our backyard hill all winter long.
He told us about the irrigation canal (so THAT'S what that little gully is up there) at the top of our property that watered all the surrounding orchards, fields and gardens.
He told us about he and his father driving all the way to Arizona to purchase the flagstone to put on the front of the house under the living room window and the front porch planter.
I could literally go on and on and on about our visit, but long blog posts
often make for tedious reading.
And speaking of reading...
I'd really like to get some in tonight, so there's another reason to keep this quick.
Suffice it to say,
it was an absolutely delightful surprise visit with the children that
this old house once knew and sheltered.
