An earthquake at the Salt Lake Cemetery

For as long as I can remember, my childhood home was white. It had yellow trim most of the time, and after about 35 years it was trimmed in tan. But it was always a white house. (photo from November of 1973) I snapped a photo of it while visiting Salt Lake last week, and it isn't white any longer.
It is army green and baby blue with yellow shapes (sunrise, perhaps?) and white trim.

And to think we were worried that the city would come after us for installing aluminum siding on the porch!

Mom lived in that white house for 53 years; Dad for 28. That rumbling coming from the Avenues is Dad and Mom spinning in their graves!