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Creeper Seen Creepin’ On Oakridge Road
Published on Sunday, August 7, 2011 by

And that creeper would be?  My creepy son.  I mean creeping son.  That’s him, the creeper.  He creeped for me.  Which made my tears, well… creep down my face.  Are you following?

Indeed, my son is back safe and sound.  His week in San Diego was giant, including Disney, underground skate parks, snorkeling, In N Out and a Padres game.  And do you know what else it included?  A very important address on Oakridge Road.  The place I called home during my first and second grades.

He remembered.  Thank heavens, my boy remembered.  He asked his friend’s mother to drive him to my old home for a picture.  The picture I wanted more than anything else from his trip.  The picture of my son standing in front of a house that now only lives in my distant memories.

Earlier in the week I had told him about the ice plant.  The olive tree.  I also described  the huge raised beds and stairs my father built on the side of the house.  I openly wondered if they were still there.

“Mom.  Guess what.  I think they are still there.”

“The raised beds and stairs my father built?  They were in the back yard!  How do you know?”

“No one was home.  I peeked.”

So there you have it.   I should have expected it, coming from this particular son.  Not only did he have his picture taken in front of the house, but peeked over the fence to see if his grandfather’s hard work remained.  The grandfather he was never able to know.

I love my creepy son.  My creeper son that is.  You know what I mean.

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Windows, doors and other things have been taken out and added.  The olive tree is gone, as is the ice plant.  But you will notice the pillars are the same, as is the stucco.  So much has changed, yet so much remains the same.

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The picture below is what started the tears for me.  Look where I am standing.

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Now look where my son is standing, 38 years later.

oakridge road

As a child, I spent many hours in this same yard, dreaming of what my life might one day be.  Little did I know that one of my own children would stand in the very place I stood so many times.  And that he would be standing there for me.

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  • Awww, what a good, creepy…er, creeping son! Thinking of his mom while on his vacation! 🙂

  • Awww…that’s not creepy at all.  I think it’s awesome.  What a great post.  It made me smile from ear to ear and also made me think of where I grew up.

    Have a terrific day.  🙂

    • Where did you grow up where did you grow up where did you grow up? 🙂

  • It sounds like he had an amazing trip!  How great that your son was able to sneak into their yard and take photos.  I wonder what the neighbors thought.

    • I am still friends with the girl who lived across the street – and her parents still live there. So I figured if he got busted, they could get him out of jail! LOL!

  • Ron

    OMG, Katherine…..I can TOTALLY understand your tears because I reacted the same way when I moved back east after being gone for 20 years. A few months after I moved back, a dear co-worker drove me out to the burbs where I use to live as a kid. The second the car pulled up to house, I started crying my eyes out. Memories suddenly came flashing back into my heart.

    I am soooooooooooo happy that you son got a photo of your old house. What a GREAT guy.

    And what GREAT photos you share here. LOVE that shot of you with the teddy bear.


    • Oh oh! The story of the teddy bear? That is “Smokey”… but he was actually my mom’s bear from Hofstra University in NY. He is still in my closet at my moms!

  • Oh Katherine, I have the chills. 

  • Lindamcornell

    OMGosh, look how cute you are!  Your story makes me think about the house I grew up in… makes me homesick tonight.

    Your son’s photo is terrific.  Thanks for sharing his adventure!

    • I would love to know where you grew up! That would make a neat post on your blog!

  • Very cool!  You have a great kid.  I understand the emotion in seeing the house where you grew up.  To have a happy childhood is a wonderful thing.  So glad he could give you this gift.

    • Linda, I hope to one day actually see the house myself. As of now, “only in my dreams” – but that is why people dream!!! Actually the owners would have quite the surprise because I would knock on their door, look pleadingly at them and ask if I could see the house. 🙂

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