I'm sorry to report that our former house is no longer. Its newest owners decided to tear it down to make way for what I'm sure will be quite the McMansion. Before it was demolished, my dear husband was determined to have a little piece of the home that sheltered us so well for 23 happy years. A few weeks ago, before the wrecking ball struck, he stopped by and boldly removed the old house numbers.
Shortly after, the house looked like this...
And before long, the house, and every last tree, were just a sweet memory...
Places get torn down at the drop of a hat where we live. It is often to be expected when properties change hands, particularly in neighborhoods near Long Island Sound (thanks, in large part, to Hurricane Sandy).
I must admit, it is sad that our kids can no longer drive by the old homestead and say "That's where I grew up." However, all of our wonderful memories remain — as well as the brass house numbers. Thanks, John! :)
Susan
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Wow, that must have been a sad day. When we lived in Toronto for a year we rented a teeny tiny cottage that was surrounded by McMansions. I wonder if it is still there though I doubt it...
Posted by: Treasures By Brenda | January 06, 2016 at 02:19 PM
So sad, but the important thing is the memories. Love the house numbers.
Posted by: Leslie | January 07, 2016 at 11:37 AM
Oh Susan, just like Bob Hope sang..."Thanks for the memories" and y'all had plenty of wonderful ones. I still like the father/son shaving one, so neat and I know there are many, many more.
Posted by: Elsie | January 08, 2016 at 10:42 PM
Thank you, Elsie! I love that memory, too! :)
Posted by: Susan | January 09, 2016 at 09:35 AM