5 Years Ago…

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2008

A husband planted and lovingly cared for this unusual garden to make his wife smile while she was ill. From Princeton St, NW off Georgia Ave.

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2013

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  • Wow, you can tell a lot of love and devotion went into that. The current picture gives me a chill; it makes me think that the wife didn’t survive her illness and the grieving husband sold their house.

  • What a sweet story.

  • i freaking love the crazy love garden!

  • i live on that block. there was an elderly man who used to sit on the porch and would wave to everyone as they walked by. i miss the old yard and the man. he always brought a smile to my face.

  • There is such Love in Petworth still. Reminds me of my days in Boston, for decades, one old gentleman out every day on his front stoop on Beacon St, people stopping by to chat, hear his jokes, he must have touched every person walking by. Nice post PoP….

  • No actually the wife passed away some time ago and the husband passed away in January of this year.

    • That is sad to hear. Everytime I walked by the elderly gentleman on the porch would wave. I wil miss that. Thanks for the backstory PoP. I didn’t know why the garden was there but the owner clearly put a lot of love into it.

  • I live a block away and the man on the porch was always so friendly. I kind of loved this crazy house/yard. Even more special now that I know the back story. This came down quick. I think part of this was still up even just a week ago.

  • I am so relieved that all the commenters love the crazy garden, too! I was so worried there would be “glad that property-devaluing eyesore is gone.”

    I <3 humanity today.

  • This broke my heart. I thought the first eight moments of Up captured love succinctly.

    • I almost didn’t make it to the rest of the movie after those 8 minutes. Was bawling and had trouble pulling myself together. It was beautiful, as is this.

  • Mr. Mormon was my neighbor, and a great one – a great person to see each day and say hello. We miss him here on Princeton Place. I don’t think his family would mind me sharing an excerpt from his funeral program:

    “Anthony (Mormon, Jr.) graduated from J.D. Dickerson High School in Vidalia, Georgia. While in Vidalia, he married Ganeva and moved to Washington, D.C., to pursue a new life. As they began to raise their family, he obtained a job at DC General Hospital. Throughout his tenure, Anthony undoubtedly had a record of attendance that was one to be admired and attempted, but probably never achieved again. Anthony worked for over 52 years and was NEVER absent, late, called in sick or used unplanned vacation leave! Our father left for work two hours before his punch-in time to ensure he would not be late. In all the years he worked he had a flat tire once and still made it on time.

    Our father loved working in the yard — flowers were his passion. He loved all types but roses were his favorite. His unique decor landed him in the Washington Post and Washington Star newspapers, as well as the hundreds of people passing by taking pictures of the flowers in the front of the house. He also loved old cars. He once lifted the front of a 1925 Ford Model T off the ground. He always hand-washed his 1957 Chevy, white walls and all, before he took his Sunday drive.

    In his retirement, he enjoyed the simple things in life. Walks in the neighborhood, two or three times a day for exercise, drinking a tall glass of ice water, and waving “Hello” to passersby, and saying “Hello my friend” and “Thank you for sharing and caring” when they would depart…”

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