My collection of photos from Chesapeake is sparse, because occupying a flimsy dwelling situated on the train tracks was not something I wished to commemorate. The move to this townhouse was cloaked in shame and disappointment about what life had become. (There was little celebration, and everyone knows that copious photos always accompany happy times).
However, not all of our days were dark, and I did find a few photos of interest.
Here I’m outside the front door of the townhouse. I’m blowing up balloons to celebrate Bronwyn and Drew’s 3rd and 5th birthdays. (They were born one day apart, so we celebrate their special days together. It’s a great money saver!)
Below is another shot of the townhouses in the complex. My brother David is enjoying a moment as a kid, launching balloons over the roofs of the houses. The houses situated behind him were across the street from ours.