Recalling the past

I grew up in the suburbs. I rode my bicycle around Pine Hills without worrying about guns, knifes, or drugs. I just watch out for cars and they watched out for me. I guess the highlight of the afternoon was to go get a Slurpee from the 7-11 close to where my parents had a local weekly newspaper business called "The Sun of Pine Hills." Most trips to Indiana were taken on the Amtrak train. However there were a few taken by car and one picture of my dad with his Chevy pickup truck parked at my granddad's place outside of Logansport. This Chevy truck had a topper in the back, so I could along with our dogs ride back there and crank the windows open for outside air. We would never go up to Indiana in the peak of Winter. Thus, I have never really experience seeing snow. Mom was asking me yesterday, if I remembered taking a candy bar when I was little. I told her" I could not remember." She said" I felt real bad and she took me back in to pay for the candy bar. " I had no recall of this incident. I asked her how old I was? She told me three or four. I did the math and that would be forty one or forty two years ago. She remembers the details well and I have no recollection at all. I have seen pictures of my mom bundled up in a winter coat in Upland, Indiana. I do have recollection of the farm she spent her summers growing up at. I recall the country road running up to the farm. I recall the land she was supposedly promised by Annie, but did not get because of her niece. I recall the trip my Aunt Jean, mom and I took in a rental truck to pick up stuff from the estate sale after Annie had passed away. It was like the show "Two and a half men" but with women and a kid in the reverse roles. I recall the little hand pump water well outside the house. There was a picture of me as a little girl holding a tin cup under the pump faucet. I thought that was so cool. I did not have as many memories of this place that mom must have experienced. However, I did hate to leave it because I thought I was leaving a place full of treasures. At least to me being a city girl seemed like a world full of treasures. I wonder now if this country road is a road leading to a subdivision. I can envision the farm being gone and a bunch of houses in it's place. This would have been the result down in Florida, if this had occurred in Florida. If we do happen to return to Logansport for a visit, I would want to try the Spanish hotdogs my Uncle had talked about before he died. He insisted these were the best hot dogs he ever ate. I wonder if they truly live up to their reputation? Today is trash day and I have let my coffee get cold. I am also trying to improve my game score on Scrabble Blast. I still have time to improve.