All right folks. Due to popular demand, here is a video I took on this hot and humid Sunday morning of my backyard. Actually it was only one blog follower (the famous "Anonymous") who requested this year's tour but I agree.
Growing up in second floor apartments, I only lived in a house with a real backyard the last year I lived at home (1958). Then I graduated from high school and I was off to the Army for three years. After getting out of the Army in 1963 (they didn't allow gays back then, that's why I got out while the getting was good), I lived in a series of apartments.
Then I met Bill, my lifelong (51 years this year!) partner and friend in 1964. We lived in his garden apartment (Penn Manor) in Pennsauken, New Jersey. After a couple of years we moved to Philly (Philadelphia) where the "action" (ready "gay" for a young, not and horny guy like me) was. We got an apartment in Roxborough (Cheswick Square). Roxborough is a section of Philly like Brooklyn is a section of New York. I was only a bus ride away from THE BARS (read "gay.")
Then when they raised our rent from $140 a month to $165, I said "Enough!" and we went looking for a house in center city Philadelphia where I could walk to work (and walk to the bars - read "gay").
My first real house with a backyard, albeit, small.
After eleven years I had enough of The Bars (read "gay") and center city living with the police sirens and the dirty streets and the crime, and the congestion. I needed SPACE.
We moved to The Country. Specifically East Brandywine Township, Downingtown, Pennsylvania. Built a house on 6.875 acres of land and I really had a Backyard now, even though I had to share it with the local deer population.
After twenty-five years I had enough of the high Pennsylvania school taxes and power outages and congestion (yes Virginia, Pennsylvania was getting congested even where we lived). We (read "I" because Bill was against the idea) brought land and had a house built right here in southern Delaware, near Rehoboth Beach and the large gay population. I figured as I got old and needed a support group, the local gays would be more accommodating than my super religious, right wing, conservative, gay-hating neighbors in Pennsylvania. Well, the gay support group thing didn't quite work out but I've made a lot of friends through this blog and I now have a real backyard that I thoroughly enjoy. Of course I'm still "sharing." This time with a rabbit
and a groundhog that lives under my shed but what the hey? There's enough for all of us.
P.S.
I'll write about The Rabbit later. He/she is worthy of a whole blog posting of their own.
Growing up in second floor apartments, I only lived in a house with a real backyard the last year I lived at home (1958). Then I graduated from high school and I was off to the Army for three years. After getting out of the Army in 1963 (they didn't allow gays back then, that's why I got out while the getting was good), I lived in a series of apartments.
Then I met Bill, my lifelong (51 years this year!) partner and friend in 1964. We lived in his garden apartment (Penn Manor) in Pennsauken, New Jersey. After a couple of years we moved to Philly (Philadelphia) where the "action" (ready "gay" for a young, not and horny guy like me) was. We got an apartment in Roxborough (Cheswick Square). Roxborough is a section of Philly like Brooklyn is a section of New York. I was only a bus ride away from THE BARS (read "gay.")
Then when they raised our rent from $140 a month to $165, I said "Enough!" and we went looking for a house in center city Philadelphia where I could walk to work (and walk to the bars - read "gay").
My first real house with a backyard, albeit, small.
After eleven years I had enough of The Bars (read "gay") and center city living with the police sirens and the dirty streets and the crime, and the congestion. I needed SPACE.
We moved to The Country. Specifically East Brandywine Township, Downingtown, Pennsylvania. Built a house on 6.875 acres of land and I really had a Backyard now, even though I had to share it with the local deer population.
After twenty-five years I had enough of the high Pennsylvania school taxes and power outages and congestion (yes Virginia, Pennsylvania was getting congested even where we lived). We (read "I" because Bill was against the idea) brought land and had a house built right here in southern Delaware, near Rehoboth Beach and the large gay population. I figured as I got old and needed a support group, the local gays would be more accommodating than my super religious, right wing, conservative, gay-hating neighbors in Pennsylvania. Well, the gay support group thing didn't quite work out but I've made a lot of friends through this blog and I now have a real backyard that I thoroughly enjoy. Of course I'm still "sharing." This time with a rabbit
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| Yes, this is the actual rabbit that is decimating my flower beds (likes lavender especially) - I took this picture a couple of nights ago. I haven't been able to take a picture of that fat groundhog that lives under my shed but I will, give me time. |
P.S.
I'll write about The Rabbit later. He/she is worthy of a whole blog posting of their own.