Remember when I explored the grounds at Lincoln High School, and I couldn’t go inside because it was closed? Well today, my dad came over from Yakima to spend the day with me, and we got to explore the inside! We went to the office, signed in as visitors, and walked around, remembering how things looked fourteen years ago. We found the gym and asked a teacher if we could see the basement. He said we’d have to ask a janitor, whom we found just outside the gym door. He gladly let us in and let us look around. My dad had a lot of fun telling him about how different everything used to be, or how it’s the same.


I used to bathe in this sink with Eli. This was our kitchen. The oven and fridge and everything are all gone, of course.WP_20140916_002[1]

The other end of the kitchen.


This was apparently my bedroom.




This was the “catch-all” room. We watched Magic School Bus and Veggetales on a rolling TV in here.WP_20140916_007[1]

My dad’s old office.


Imitating an old picture of me standing on a stool at 5 years old, wearing my mom’s dress that was so long it covered the stool, and brushing my teeth.


We’d ride our tricycles down this hallway.


The hallway up to the stairs.


Looking back down the stairs to the basement.


The “little theatre.” The church that meets here now is pastored by the son of the guy who pastored Calvery Fellowship, the church that used Lincoln High while we were living there, and our home church.


The sanctuary, where I remember having church. First musical I was ever in was performed on this stage.




Selfie time! We were so glad we got to go in and explore!


Of course, then we also had to hit up Pike Place Market, where we feasted on gyros, meat pies, ice cream, and cioppino. First, though, we drove through Capitol Hill and he showed me where he used to live when he was in college, the church where he became a follower of Jesus, the church where my parents got married, the apartment where we lived until I was a year and a half… Along the way, he’d point out every business that was different or the same, everything he remembered. I love learning about the history of this city. Overall, a great day with my dad, full of nostalgia. 🙂


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