This a google map picture of my old home.. its where I grew up and became mine after my Aunt, who brought me up died. The house was 4 mins from the beach!
It looks really sad these days.. that built up wall was my Aunt's pride and joy and even when she was older she'd paint it white each summer.
The red quarry tiles that were the front path have gone, it was my job to wash them down every morning and sweep them clean ready for the day. I got my 1/- shilling weekly pocket money for doing it. Then they dried and shone in the sunshine. The name 'Roseville' is no longer on the fanlight above the door and the three standard roses no longer exist either, in the sandy strip of garden in front of the small wall. She loved those and thought it quite posh that one was a blue rose, she watered it with some sort of 'blue stuff'!
I felt really emotional looking at it, remembering, my growing up years there, birthdays, Christmases, piano practicing in that front room, lots of happy times. Although I do remember my grans cranky moods and learnt to keep out of her way, but I did get quite a few whacks.. but when I was 12 my Aunt paid for me to board at my school, so I was away on week days.
And so many photographs were taken standing in front of that wall. I must look them up to show some here.
I did keep the house for 5 years, but then had to sell it in 1995, I just couldn't afford to keep two houses.
It was a good decision, I wasn't ready to move back here then. Now and then I can hear her voice saying one of her favourite sayings. 'You don't want to let yourself go!' if I'm skimping something!
Memories... do you have any of your childhood home?
Chrisxx
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Loads. My Dad designed it and had it built by a local company and I absolutely loved it. Occasionally, I look at it via Google and, fortunately, it does look well cared for, despite some changes. You have taken me right back into memory-land - such happy ones too. Thank you. xx
Yes, I do! My special memories are of my Grandparents' farmhouse where I spent a lot of school holidays. I have been back and, like you, felt slightly sad at some of the alterations. However, unlike you, I met the family living there and found that they too are living a wonderful happy life there.
It can be bittersweet revisiting the haunts of our youth. I doubt I'd recognise much from my childhood.
I visited my brother before we left Newfoundland to move to PEI. He took me to see our old house, which was being renovated. We had great memories there, the family, the neighbours…it was a great place to grow up. We spoke to the man who owned it now and he showed us around. It was great to see the old place being updated. Others are enjoying it now and making great memories.
Yes, I, too have lots of memories of my childhood home. :) Your childhood home still looks nice to me, in the picture.
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