Yesterday, I made the first pilgrimage to Wallace in over a year. It started out as just a ride around Coeur d' Alene, but all of a sudden I found the car on I-90 and heading over the 4th of July Pass. I told my wife that it would just be a quick jaunt over there and back. I get the urge about twice a year to run over there. I am never sure what I am looking for, and, I never find it, either.
Am I looking for old friends? Most of them have long ago moved to other places and other lives. Most of the ones who were adults when I was growing up there are passed on to another plane.Am I hoping to see my own youth there? Perhaps I will see myself as I looked years ago. I don't know for sure. Maybe I would not even recognize myself if I did see me as I was then.
There we were, and I decided to go in thorough the alley behind the Wallace Inn. Now, that was not always just an alley behind there, but it was a street named Tamarack Street, and I learned to play baseball on that street. I will do a blog about that section of town later, but yesterday, it just brought back a flood of memories of play times and warm summer nights.
Up Tamarack we drove to Cypress, and turned left on 2nd Street. Up, up to Cedar Street, and taking a left, I stopped in front of my childhood home at 218. I see that it is for sale again. My poor father sold it in 1984 for around $30,000, and today it is listed at $ 219,000. It was listed even higher for awhile.
I didn't sit there long, but drove on down the street to the heart of town. I should have said, what is left of town. Making the loop through town in about 2 minutes, I drove over to City Hall so that I could see the plaque presented to Wallace on the Silver Anniversary celebration in 1958. It is a very nice plaque, and I had never noticed it until it was brought to my attention by Donna Murray- Taylor, daughter of the former mayor of Wallace,David Clyde Murray, who was the mayor during the Silver Anniversary celebration. Thank you, Donna.
Next, I drove to see what is left of my old high school. Again, I was sad to see that most of what I knew and loved is gone.
I love Wallace, but I guess it is the memories that I really love. It is kind of like Christmas that way.