Childhood's End

[GL]

Re: Childhoods End

I'm sorry to hear that.

When my mom finally accepted that my grandmother would not be coming home after she was admitted into the nursing home we went in to clean up the house and pack her belongings. We ended up renting her house to my cousins and they've done a great job of taking care of the place.

But you know what? I feel very, very odd when I go into her house and see that it's not how she left it. Heck, it makes me sad to be completely honest.

 

[gmoney]

I kind of know what you mean. when my Granmama died, my uncle sold her place and the lot next to it. She always kept that lot so no one would build right under her feet. It's in a highly desireable area and I know he made a bundle, but it took away a lot of my memories from childhood. I guess we just have to accept life moving forward. I hope you take many pictures before things change hands.

 

[Riverrick]

My parents still live in my childhood home and I dread the day when I face the loss of it as you are. Its really like an old friend. When I walk around it there are so many memories for me.

In the backyard is where I played in the dirt with my trucks and later grew a garden. In the garage are the rafters that I swung a rope and hook into playing Batman. My old bedroom looks different now but I can go lay on the bed that is in there and stare up at the same ceiling that I looked at when I was a little tyke. Its very comforting.

So I feel for you herry.

 

[Homoerectus]

After Dad died, my sister and I convinced Mom to sell her well kept craftsman house and 2+ acre (a hectare) yard when her health began to fail. The last time I saw the house was the day the buyer signed the papers, almost 5 years ago. Thank God, Mom recovered her health and still lives with my divorced sister. Old neighbors tell me the house in almost in shambles.

 

[Bashful]

"Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."

MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.

ALL: Nope, nope.."

ah sounds like the good old days !!!

 

[numerobis]

I feel your lost too, because I am kind of emotional with memories and places. When my grandpa died 10 years ago we sold his house (one that I went every weekend to visit and play) it was a “Quinta” built in 1920 with this huge tropical garden filled with everything that you could imagine, the new owners tore it down to built a multistory building.

The house that I lived in used to be in the countryside outside the city; now its surroundings are completely urbanized. And the most recently “lost” the university that I attended (a modern complex from the 50´s) was demolished to move it to a new location because of facilities problems. *sigh!* I am getting old

 

[winterknight]

"Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."

Luxury!