You Can Never Go Home

I visited Iselin, the town I grew up in, this past weekend  and stayed at my brothers home on Semel Avenue.  And because of the Facebook page 'I Grew Up in Iselin New Jersey' I have been thinking about the town that I spent my childhood in. The places I use to play and explore.  The stores and the shops I use to go visit. The people who were a big influence in my life.

 So it was natural that on my weekend visit I road around and explored some of the spots that I remember, and it is not the same place.  The places that I use to play are all overgrown with large trees where there were fields. And in some cases there are houses or office buildings covering those areas.

The stores and shops that I use to go to are all gone.  There is not much that is recognizable, only the street names.

Iselin is a thriving community today, when I left, many years ago, it was becoming a ghost town. The business area all but disappeared, abandoned store front was the norm then.
 I may want to see Kleins,Petillties ( sorry for the spelling), Quigleys Esso and the Iselin theater, but time waits for no man and those places and people will alway be with me in my memory of a special time in my life