Growing up the edge of town was the railway tracks. Beyond them you were leaving Streetsville. That was true whether you were leaving north or south. On the northside is a building that when I was growing up was the lumberyard. It was where my father would go to purchase wood, whenever he was building something new. On the southside is an ancient house that I read somewhere was once used as a residence for the Signalman. At night he would raise a lamp, and let people know that a train was approaching. I have watched over the years this house become increasingly more run down and decrepit, and have often wondered what would become of it. Yesterday, I rode my bike over to get some photos, as I had begun to fear that it would disappear before I had a chance to. When I got there, it seemed as if the house was now empty. So I sneaked on to the property to look around. I especially wanted to look at that big tree in the backyard.
