Walla Walla Tour

Pioneer Park.

This is the duck pond that used to be so beautiful.  You aren't even allowed to feed the ducks anymore because it makes them too lazy and causes overpopulation.  Who knew?

This is our hill that we would roll and sled down.  According to the grandparents, the city was trying to get funding to remove the hill.  Everyone in the city put an end to that nonsense.  Seriously, why would you do that?

We told Teo and Ben that there was a dinosaur buried under the hill.  This was due to popular belief growing up.  Teo and Ben got a kick out of it and both of them tried to listen for sounds of the dinosaur.  It didn't stop them from rolling down the hill.

Checking out the Aviary at Pioneer Park.

This is Edison Elementary School.  They are in the process of tearing down the old school and building a new one.  So sad!  We couldn't get close to the school because they had it all blocked off.

This is our old house that we lived in at one time before the falling apart "barn house".  I don't remember much about this house since we were so young when we lived there.  It was back when Sariah was in kindergarten.  This house used to be green therefore earning the nickname " the green house".

Menlo Park was across the street from our old house.  This is the scene of a few incidents including someone, I think Becca, taking a dive off the top of a slide, and also our cousin peeing on Becca while they were swinging.

Here's some pictures from Wildwood Park.

Here's our old church.  Our grandpa helped build the church.  According to Sariah, they used to meet in a chicken processing plant, I always thought it was a chicken coop.  What ever it was, it had chickens involved and was probably larger than a coop!

This was my old middle school.  It was nick named PMS.  Nice!  The rival middle school in town was called Garrison which earned the nick name Gay High.  I also recall it being called Pi-Hi because it used to be the old high school.  The high school we used to call Wa-Hi.  Who comes up with this stuff?  Anyways, the middle school was very..... pink.  Not just the outside, but the inside.  I have some fond memories of the place though.  My friend Regan lived next door and we'd play midnight tennis on the tennis courts.  It had quarter operated lights and it would freak us out when our time ran out and it'd be pitch black.

Here's the track at the middle school that we used to walk to so that we could run the dreaded mile.  Becca had a good laugh at me because I said we had to walk a mile to run the mile and then had to walk another back.  Turns out the middle school was 2 blocks away from the elementary school.  I guess I over exagerated!

This is our house we grew up in.  It looks really rough but keep in mind that it's been about 15 years since we lived there.  There used to be a roof over the window above the porch but it fell off one day.  It was pretty much the beginning of the end for this poor old house.  That big bush in front and the wooden rail by the steps weren't there.  It would have interfered with our dancing on the porch.  There are some fond memories of this house.  Like climbing out the back window onto the roof, locking the bathroom door and then climbing out the window and then laughing when someone needed to get in the bathroom when it was locked and nobody was in there, and throwing rotten apples through the bathroom window at people while they were in the shower.  We were crazy kids.  This house used to be a barn and my dad found hay, bottles, and jeans in the walls while remodeling.  Ghetto insulation, nice!  It looked like the house had a notice on the front and it wouldn't surprise me if it were condemned.  My nephew Ben asked if the house was haunted and if it was scary inside!

This is our street.  It's not very long but we'd ride our bikes up and down.  The tree in front of the blue house is the infamous cherry tree that was attacked by us on a regular basis.  Our house is at the end of this block.

This is the Lillie Rice Center that was a few blocks from our house.  Correct me if I'm wrong but I always thought that this was a school for special needs kids.  We used to play on the playground sometimes.

This is the gas station that took all our hard earned paper route money.  We'd stop in the middle of our paper route to some treats.  It's no longer a gas station.
Here is the Dairy Queen that Becca and I used to go to.  I think it's a Papa Johns now.  They just couldn't survive without our business either.