Home for me growing up was Bridgewater, South Dakota. However, I left shortly after graduation from high school in 1965, never to officially live there again. I have few regrets about my childhood but do wish I’d taken more photographs of the following:
The house my family lived in from 1953-1965 (a different house now sets on the site)
St. Stephen’s Catholic Grade School
The wooden framed St. Stephen’s Church
The “old” Bridgewater High School
All of the above have been razed. Time marches on and the memories fade. Maybe we do get smarter as we get older, but as the sign in Park Cafe on Main Street Bridgewater said: “If you’re so smart, why aren’t you rich?”
Does being rich in memories count?