It used to be on a dirt road. I wasn’t around for that though, my dad barely remembers it being so. They used to be the only ones out there, slowly the city is creeping out there. There is a framed picture hanging on the wall next to the shelves of carvings my grandfather carved after he retired, mixed in with trophies and ribbons from Horse Shows long ago. The picture was a gift from one of their friends during their square dancing days, it’s an aerial view of Headquarters in the 1960’s. The bright yellow trailer still had wheels, the barn was freshly painted and there was no pipe fence. My grandmother still had a vegetable garden. Judging by the amount of vehicles in the long driveway, at least some of my aunts and uncles were still living at home. Headquarters has been through a lot changes through the years, I remember the mules my dad kept out there when I was little, how they were mean and I wasn’t allowed anywhere near them. I remember how it used to smell, maybe it still does I just can’t smell it anymore. Every summer when I was little, my brother, cousins and I would get shipped to their house for two weeks. My grandfather and I would go on “bear hunts” through the pasture, I would sit on his shoulders so I wouldn’t step in “land mines”. When the new houses started to be built we would play in the framework and dream of what the new people would be like. My grandmother tells stories what life was like when they first moved out there and the tricks her mischievous young children played on her and each other.
If someone were to take an aerial picture of headquarters now, there’s some differences. There’s not as many vehicles, the vegetables have been replaced with flower beds and fruit trees, to make up one of the most beautiful gardens I’ve ever seen. The fences are mostly pipe now and a new barn is in progress but the old one will stand forever. My grandfather is missing physical. It’s still headquarters. It’s where the entire family gathers often. It’s where we cuss and discuss everything. It’s the place I love to be the most and if I had it my way, I would own one day. I would love nothing more than to call that place home. To raise my family there. I know it’s probably just a dream but I can think of no greater honor than to be able to do that. To own a piece of history that is so important to my family, to continue that legacy. Keep headquarters functioning as it is and as it should be. We will be bringing the cattle back soon, I would love to turn into a full fledged farm again. Maybe someday. Either way I will always have Headquarters in my heart.
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Blessings from Texas,