Words cannot describe the way I feel this afternoon. I have been steeling myself for this moment when I went past my old home and it wouldn’t be there anymore, today was the day. I’ve shed a bucket of tears and have some bricks that they saved for me, I will use them at my front door then I will always remember my childhood home.
My dad had this house built to his own plans when he got married and I arrived the following year. The screen walling on the left of the photo my dad put up himself in the sixties, (May 19th is a photo from the same spot), it’s all so sad. I’ve put this up for my own reminder of when it happened, there is no need to comment.
Not much better on black
So sad Mags , it really pulls at the strings of one's heart - sadness mingled with so many happy memories of your childhood so glad you have some bricks to always remind you :)
Oh, I remember when you told us that this would be happening. So sad, but how lovely that you have both bricks and photos, not to mention memories, to remember it by.
Oh Margaret, I remember your photo of you standing in that garden by the wall that your dad built. It's really hard to go back and see change, especially as dramatic as this. Feel for you.
Very sad, Margaret! I am sure it was emotional to see that happen...so many fond memories of your home. Why was it torn down? Is someone building another house on the lot? If you have photos of your childhood home, you could do a brick collage memorial for the MPFIAC76 challenge, if you feel up to it. Fav.
August 7th, 2018
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