Am I His Garden Legacy?
I have faint childhood memories of my grandfather’s garden. Climbing the steps to the upper yard adjacent to the sprawling garden, the pride, and joy of my grandfather’s summers. 1519 B Street taken in 1998 when my grandmother sold the house Their home that once stood at 1519 B Street in Omaha, Nebraska, was built in kind of a hillside with an exterior staircase leading to the upstairs apartment where my great grandmother lived. The big garden my grandfather was so proud of was of those stairs. I wish I had photos of his garden, it's its glory days. Unfortunately, it's all gone, the house was torn down and the gardens are no more. The lot is vacant, the google earth view shows me a grassy green lot where the house once stood. My grandfather was a solemn man who rolled his own cigarettes and sat with his cats watching the world go by from the back porch of this house. He started seeds in old cotton socks he cut into small square...