Our Town

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My town. Can I say that, even if I was not born here? What makes a town yours? Is it by the roots that sprout forward as you water them with your steps?

Our family has lived in this town for over twenty years.

My street, where I live….

 

 

French bakery

 

The remains of a bakery sign, the center of the town has moved in the last fifty years, the center use to be located on my street. Part of our house use to be the butchery now vegetarians have transformed it into a home.
Kinda odd isn't it?

 

 

 

french mail box

 

The old turn of the century mailbox. There are three left. The mailboxes, the street lamps, and benches along with other parts of history are being replaced with new things… New things that will not last half as long, and do not "speak" French to me, not that I speak French but you know what I mean.

 

 

shutter latch

 

 

French homes have shutters. The latches are artwork in themselves. The shutters are not just decorative, they are opened in the morning, closed if the day is very hot as a way to keep the house cool, or closed if the owners are going out as a way to protect their home from intruders, and closed before they go to bed, most French people sleep in complete darkness.
I sleep with my window open… this habit keeps me from being French… that fact and a few thousand more… like my non French name, the way I hold my fork and knife, my "tres grand" accent, my habit of walking around barefoot, … and that I don't like coffee no matter how hard I try.

 

 

Door in French Village

 

 

Door in France  

 

  French village 

French blue grey door 

 

 

The French doorways in my town are at least two hundred years old or older. The hardware still works, the solid hard wood doors are as good as new… of course this being said by someone who sees old, peeling, somewhat broken as a piece of functional art.

 

 

rosette door handle  

Old French Door 

 

The town where I live is small, it sits at the base of the St Baume mountain and has a small river that runs through it. It is not chic nor touristic, it is simple and surrounded by vines, olive trees and red clay soil that is used for Ravel pottery. Most the families who live here can trace their family history back a thousand years. Though in the last few years many new families have moved in and built new homes in the vineyards and olive orchards.

We live in the center, in a maison du village.

 

 

South-of-france-fountain 

 

In my town there are sixteen fountains, they run with fresh spring water this one is on our street.

 

Vars-clothes-hangn=ing

 

What does your street look like?

 

 


Comments

16 responses to “Our Town”

  1. I love this. So much.
    I live in SoCal, which I truly madly deeply LOVE (it offers SO much!); California has so much history, but little evidence of it anymore- and this is sad. Specifically, I live in the Mojave Desert. When we moved here in the late 70s we were the only house for miles and the land ran and ran and chased down the sunsets and monsoons and the sky was big. We could smell the pine trees off the mountains and the sage in the fields. Joshua Trees stretched their weird arms towards the heavens, coyotes yowled every night, and you had to watch your step to avoid snakes. The city followed us in the late 80s bringing McMansions, acres of grass, ‘normal’ trees that drank from the well water, replaced coyotes with poodles, chased the monsoons further east, and smoked the sunsets a bit.
    All the buildings in California are shades of beige. Walmart has 3 superstores and a distribution center within ten miles any direction from my door. We still see amazing stars at night, but now, even the barren desert, the Mighty Mojave, has become a weird version of Orange County and the plastic housewives who live therein.

  2. Shelley Wildgen

    Our rural road on Prince Edward Island, Canada, is currently busy with potato trucks filled to the brim. We live in a 150 year old cedar shake farmhouse with racehorses pasturing beside and behind us. Our home sits quietly in its country gardens and I like to think it smiles whenever we arrive after a long time away.

  3. Our street is equally old. We live in a small village with a bar and a boulangerie. Our house is newer than many on our narrow winding road, ours dates from around 1780, the small cottages around the corner are several hundred years older, built of mellow Charentais stone with high walls and vines of all types spilling over them, fig trees in corners their fruit hanging out over the road as sweet temptations to all who pass.

  4. Shelley Noble

    Learning to love where I am. Lots of cement, ugliness, pollution, corruption, crime, danger. Yet, there is a 70 foot Cedar in front, a forest in a single tree. A charming 100 year old house with a few others like her on the block. The briefest commute to work for my husband in a job he may hold forever. Learning to love where I am.

  5. I live on an island in the Pacific Northwest. Our street has cedar and Douglas Fir trees that are a couple of hundred feet tall. All the properties are about an acre. We have deer that wander freely….a traffic problem…lots of feral rabbits. Our weather is rainy in the winter but hot and dry in the summer. My garden is very Mediterranean. Most people are surprised that this occurs in Canada. Last January was warmer than the South of France.
    Ali

  6. I live in the “middle of no where Nevada”, in the northeast portion of the state. My road is dirt, my drive is gravel, my house is lined with knotty pine, and I see the majesty of the Ruby Mountains first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Rush hour is filled with mule deer, quail and amazing “Nevada” blue sky. The sounds of a cow choir welcome me to the day and the cacophony of hundreds of birds are my alarm clock. I live in God’s country and see Him all around, all the time. Blessed.

  7. Hi Corey!
    I live on a rather busy road in a small village in the UK. The town has a castle and old buildings dating from the 17th and 18th centuries but my street — not so much. It’s a mix of modern houses and older homes and cottages… and of course, two local pubs. And a post office, a florist, and a small shop where we buy the paper and a few groceries when we run out.

  8. Living just 14 blocks from the center of the city of Missoula, it is my good fortune to live on a short, only two blocks long, street. The homes are a mixture of styles and colors, the earliest ones are from a time in the late teens of the 20th century and most have some additions. I live in one of those homes and have a large deck/porch on one side of the house, and gardens on three sides. The deck and furniture are painted turquoise, purple and eggplant, each piece an older construct and even a green chair reminiscent of those in your little street cafes in France. Flowers, fruit bushes and trees, and vegetables make this little place a welcome landing place for birds, butterflies and bees. I sit beneath huge old lilacs on an eggplant wooden park bench with my sketchbook and listen to birdsong and breezes. Several neighbors also have yards that invite peace and quiet and we all feel transported away from the hustle and bustle of city life.

  9. Janet Eiffel

    My Southern California street
    is only about 50 years old.
    Each year it becomes “browner”
    and “dryer”.
    More “gravel gardens” appear
    each year.
    We live in fear of fire all the time.
    In 2007 the wild fires took many of
    the homes on my street.
    All of our property burned right
    up to the foundation of our house.
    We are all living our own story……..

  10. becky up a hill

    Loved all the photographs. Thanks for sharing Corey.

  11. Possible names for your next door house:
    Beauté à Côté
    Zach Shack
    Yay…there is accent function in your comments section.

  12. First, my street doesn’t look like your street. It is a Leave it to Beaver kind of street with a mixture of homes built around the 1950’s. There are plenty of mature trees all around the neighborhood. How I would love to sleep in complete darkness.

  13. I live on a street of nice homes on big blocks of land, all the houses are 30-40 years old, but we have the modern estates where houses are on postage size blocks of land, all around us. But the beauty of where I live is that we can be in the Yarra Valley (known for it’s wines) in 15-20 mins or we can drive up into the Dandenong Ranges, another 20 min drive. Both places have beautiful scenery, which lifts one’s soul.
    Your photos are so beautiful…I can’t imagine one’s family living in the same area for hundreds of years.

  14. I am in love with shutters. I live in a newer structure, built to look old. I am looking forward to adding old shutters that actually function, with some of that lovely hardware. I may have to purchase some from YOU! I want to shut the shutters when we have Hurricane weather. Isn’t that what shutters should be for? Ridiculous that there are so many fake shutters in south Louisiana, when we could and should use them so often in the real way!
    Thank you for your lovely blog!

  15. I live on a beautiful winding rural road in Maryland, which, in fact, was named after a family that first settled here in the 1700’s. Their business back then, as it still is today . . . Coffee. Rich, delicious, full-bodied coffee sold mostly in restaurants and hotels here in the US,
    We live on 9 acres in a farmhouse that we have remodeled and added on an addition with the help of a very talented architect. I am truly blessed to have lived here and raised my children here – who have incredible memories of running free, barefoot among the sycamores which lie next the creek beyond the pasture full of grazing sheep.

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