The next stop on our vacation in 1994 was to visit our aunt and uncle in the Cleveland, Ohio, area – and then we all drove down to Louisville to see Grandpa and Grandma Armstrong’s house – now under different ownership – but little had changed over the years from when we visited Louisville as kids during our summer family vacations.
We knocked on the door and introduced ourselves, and I explained that my grandfather had originally built this house and we stopped by to take a look at it – and the current owner was nice enough to let us stay a moment and take some pictures of the house – the railing on the front stairs was new, and the only thing missing was the giant Sycamore tree that once stood beside the street in front of the house.
This is the side porch where we used to sleep on cots during our annual summer vacations to see Grandma Armstrong when we were kids – the attic was full of old toys that we all played with – and my grandfather almost lost the house during the Great Depression.
Here I am as a boy standing behind my Grandma Armstrong’s house in Louisville, wearing a Sheriff disguise that I discovered in the attic during our vacation no doubt – and a favorite photo of mine.
My mom, Grandma Armstrong and I sit on the front porch of grandma’s house during one of our annual summer vacations to Louisville when I was a child.