When you get older you start to live in the past, mainly because you can't remember what you did the week before. Previously I gave you a picture of my first school, well what about a picture of my home of 63 years ago.
My Father was in the Air Ministry and we had to move near to the air station he was posted. This is the house we moved to in Gloucestershire, it was brand new and I was between 3 and 4 years old. It was on a large estate with just 2 home belonging to the Air Ministry. Very happy memories for 12 years, and my Father planted that tree in 1951.
I grew up in a thatched cottage and funnily I drove through the village on Saturday and remarked how my father would turn in his grave if he saw the garden as it's so overgrown now! Also most of the garden (it was huge) has been sold off and new houses built and the farmyard has completely gone! Perhaps I should take a shot of it or maybe photograph a photograph of how it was if I can dig one out. Nice to remember our childhoods especially if they were happy like mine!
What a wonderful capture and memory! So many of my friends moved far away from their childhood homes. I get to visit mine every weekend as my mom still lives there. It's a true blessing. Thanks for sharing your photo! And I enjoy thinking of the past, too!
How wonderful to see your old home still cared for! What happy memories for you. My sister and I are heading back to our old hometown in November. We know we won't find our place in good repair - it wasn't a few years ago!
