Bamps (03-28-2015), Jollymolly (03-30-2015), Scoutpout (03-29-2015)
We went back to the town where I was born and grew up today. We always go for my birthday to get pizza, from the best pizza place in the world and a hazelnut cake from the bakery there. We check out the antique store and stop to visit my mom and dad's graves. On the way home we go the back way so I can see my grandfather's farmhouse and the house I grew up in next door to that. My mom designed the house and drew the building plans and my dad built the house. All of my wonderful childhood memories came from living there. Today as we drove by we saw that the house is gone, destroyed to make room for new building. The farm house is still there, but I expect it won't be too long before that is gone too. I know it is only a house to the rest of the world, but it was so much more to me and I am heartbroken. I always hoped to be able to buy that house back one day and now that will never happen. I'm so sad.
Bamps (03-28-2015), Jollymolly (03-30-2015), Scoutpout (03-29-2015)
Time can be cruel. My grandparents house where I spent so many carefree days in my youth burnt down several years ago. It is so sad to drive past the old farm and not see that wonderful memory standing.
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So heart crushing. So sorry. Hopefully the new house and new family will cherish the land as much as your grandparents did and you do.
Oh, that's sad. It's not only a house as many of us well know. I hope you have lots of photos. You do have the wonderful memories, no one can take those away. I'm sorry.
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I do have lots of photos of the house and about 6 or 7 years ago I drew a rough floor plan and had pictures of the front and the back of the house. I showed them to my SIL who is an architect and he drew preliminary plans for me. Who knows, maybe someday Barney will build that house for me.
There are so many things like this that are tear jerkers. The little town I grew up in had no stop lights and was a major area for produce. Now all the trees have been ripped out and houses planted instead in their place. The little town has quadrupled or more and I get lost there now.
It's hard to let go. I still have weird dreams about my childhood home. Oddly, I think that's why we took on this monstrosity that is my husband's family's home. It's nice to have roots no matter how uncomfortable living here can be.
It may just be a house but you're going to grieve. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry--that must have been quite a shock for you, to expect to see it there, just as it had always been for you, then to discover it gone......cherish your memories and your pictures......
There's a song by Marissa Lambert called The House That Built Me. Although it's not exactly your story, the sentiment is there. It's not just a house.
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