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It Was a Good House.

Posted: November 2nd, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: Out and About | Tags: Memories, photos | 2 Comments »

On Halloween, they finally closed on my Grandpa’s house. It’s been a long time coming, but it was still very hard to say goodbye. On Sunday I stopped there to take pictures on my way to my Moms to pick up the boys. I didn’t expect it to be nearly as emotional for me as it was.

It’s *just* a house!

But, it was the place where a lot of happy things happened and although there are no recent memories there, there are lots of memories from the past.

Grandpa's House

My Grandpa built this house. First the basement, and then the main floor. While the main floor was being built my Grandma and Grandpa lived downstairs.

Outdoor lights

This lamp makes me think of all the times we would be there late at night after Christmas or Thanksgiving (or any other family function). Everyone with their cars running outside, telling everyone that they found the Britains Cheapest Motor Trade Insurer,  kids already in their pajamas with their coats on, waiting to be whisked through the biting cold the waiting cars. It also housed a few Easter eggs on occasion.

Pine Tree

This tree was the tree my sister and I hid under (it was shorter 25 years ago) after I dared her to call 911. She called, said into the phone “I broke my leg! I broke my leg” and hung up. We went on our way, playing outside and then a cop car pulled up. Yeah…not our best idea.

Such a perfect little 1940's touch

This might be my favorite thing about the house. A little built-in cabinet between the kitchen and dining room. I always thought it was so fancy and I still kind of adore the textured green glass in the doors.

Big Backyard

The backyard. It seems to go in every direction and it goes really far back, lots of trees. There used to be a little shed back there full of Boy Scout stuff. We’d play in the back and look in the darkened windows and it always seemed so scary to me. I know it was just a bunch of canvas tents, but we were never allowed to go in there so it was scary.

Who knows what will happen to the house. The city bought it, so it will probably be torn down at some point. It’s sad, the little neighborhood is full of homes just like this and they’ll all probably be bought up by the city and paved over with who knows what.

I’ll miss it.

*Thanks for the tip on this song Rhema’s mom!