The Reverb Broads are at it again! Our goal: three blog posts a week based on prompts from our fellow bloggers.
Where is your favorite place in the world? What makes it so special?
I’ve been on the planet nearly 59 years (counting womb time), and in that time, favorite places have been many and varied (starting with that cozy little womb!). At this point in my life, one of my all-time favorite places is my back porch, which is screened against bugs and has a beautiful view of the Apple River and our garden. I could ramble on about the pleasures of having my morning coffee there, enjoying a good book or a really awful one (that’s how a really nice location can affect your tolerance for bad storytelling!), watching swans take flight in the spring, and geese take naps in the waning sunlight of a fall afternoon. I could . . . but this has me remembering other favorite places.
Sioux Falls, South Dakota, which is the mothership of my people (the Oswald family). I didn’t get to live there long as a child, but we went back for many visits and I never lost the feeling of “coming home” when we were there. Terrace Park was just a block or so away from our grandparents’ house, and it was beautiful and exotic (although a little run-down in the 1960s), with stone steps, the terraces for which it was named, and stone pagodas built at intervals along Covell Lake. The Phillips mansion on the property served as a community center and was where we kids could learn to make leather lanyards and play board games on rainy days. In the winter, the garage behind the mansion housed lions from the zoo, and we loved to roar at them through the bars, although we couldn’t get one single adult in our family to believe they were actually there!