If you walk out
the double front doors of Granny’s house at High
Rock, and wander left toward the thin stretch of trees guarding what once
was the summer vegetable and flower garden, you will see large rocks in a group
to the left of the pathway. This magic place is called the Rock Garden. Whether
the rocks naturally occurred together or were placed there by artistic design
as land was cleared on the farm, I can’t say—I think the former. But I do know
that the Rock Garden, coupled with childhood imagination, turned the inanimate
objects into a manor-without-walls.
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| TV (on left) |
This was a house
where you could walk among or upon the furnishings, all depending upon
your whims and agility. Big enough to accommodate a family of two, my sister
and me, the rock home was well appointed. The kitchen area sported a
refrigerator (don’t remember a stove), the living room had a sofa, easy chair,
TV (looked just like one), and piano w/bench, and the bedrooms provided each of
us with a recognizable bed. (Mine was somewhat tall and slanted, but Janie’s
was flat, moss covered and inviting.)
There was also a somewhat vague set of bathroom accommodations.
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| Comfortable seating |
The Rock Garden
manor was all stone and fantasy, but as real as my present home is to me now
(and much easier to maintain). The rock grouping is still visible not far from
the house at High Rock. I can go
there any time I visit, but I rarely take that pathway any more. Why would I
need to be reminded, in my adult self, that the place is simply an intriguing
gathering of rocks when I can visit my mansion in the wild in my childhood
memory any time I choose?
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| Refrigerator? |
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| Janie's Bed |
Trust in the Lord
forever, for the Lord God is an everlasting rock. Isaiah 26:4
He only is my
rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be shaken. Psalm 62:6
Oh the fun we had in there! The piano was my favorite!
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