Living on Sunflower Street is a lot like living in heaven. It’s hard to explain. You’d have to live there to know what I’m talking about. The sunflowers that grow there in the summer are some of the biggest in the country, and nobody seems to know why. This is a story about five sisters who live on Sunflower Street. They live at 107 Sunflower in a large old red brick house. The house itself was built in the late 1800’s, and was the first house on the street. Some people say that there was an Indian settlement located just up the end of our street. Behind Sunflower Street is a long hill that ends near Miller’s Stream. On the other side is a wooded area that goes up a large hill. On the other side of that hill is the town.
My name is Jennifer Rogers. I moved here with my four sisters Louise, and Susan, Megan, and Amy a number of years ago. We all graduated from Indiana University and came out to strike it rich in California. We figured we could make it, because there were five of us to split the rent and bills. None of us were too anxious to get married, especially after getting to know how men really are at college. It was a sour note in a beautiful song if you know what I mean.
Our parents still live in Bloomington, and they’ll probably never leave. It’s a nice place to live and raise a family. A lot of it hasn’t been changed by modern times like some places have. Growing up in Bloomington for us girls was like heaven on earth. We all have fond memories of the place. We visit when we can, but our lives are out here now, and that’s the way that it is.
My sisters and I are schoolteachers. People tell us that we could have been models, but we are Christian girls and that line of work has a lot of drawbacks. My dad was a construction foreman until he retired. He put us girls through college, and we are grateful for that. Although it nearly killed him raising us, and footing the bills, he hung in there and got the job done. That’s what life is really about Allen. My mom still teaches in the Bloomington public school system. She’s a principle at one of the junior high schools. She also teaches at the college part time.
We left Bloomington a long time ago. Well it seems like that now. We came out here to the West Coast back in 1979. We all got jobs and moved into a house we somehow found by accident over on Sunflower Street. After we moved in and started to get on with our new life we got interested in fast cars, surfing, and boys. We never dated much until we got our lives on a roll. We put a big down payment on the house, and it was party time from then on. In those days we didn’t spend much time going to church like we did when we were back home, but we did go.
Our life out on Sunflower Street wasn’t complicated. Back then we didn’t live in a microchip computer world. It was a lot different than things are today. Our first ten years out there were the best ones as I remember. We stayed single a long time. We just liked the way we were living, and none of us were very anxious to get married. Year after years went by, and one day Susan gave us the news that she was marrying a teacher from her school. We were so happy for her.
I remember life back then. We were young and our hobbies were surfboarding and hot cars. We liked boys too. Sunflowers up and down the street with the flowers over two feet in diameter. When we first moved out there it wasn’t a computer chip world like it is today. Life has changed I guess for everyone, especially in the last few years. At least it seems that way. I don’t know anything any more? Back then owning that house on Sunflower Street made us probably as happy as anyone can get in life. Today life is different. I mean a lot different, and yet some things are still the same I think.
You know Allen; when we first moved out to Sunflower Street in the valley we heard a lot of stories about the place. Everything from the lost Dutchman’s gold being in this valley to stories about UFO’s coming through here sometimes late in the night. I never seen anything like that. There are old Indian and Spanish legends about this part of the country. It’s said that the healing river runs directly under