Revisit Your Childhood Homes

I drove by my childhood home a few years ago. Stopped out front in my car and just gazed over it. It is on a corner lot, and it looked much smaller than what I remembered. All my memories were filtering through my mind.
They'd had put a 3ft fence up around it and a garage door.

Back in the day, you didn't need garage doors...even though someone stole my brother's 55 baby blue chevy out of the garage one night.

I didn't want to linger too long out front of the home, so they wouldn't think I was casing the place.
 

Pepper said:
If I gave you the name of the corporation I would be telling you exactly where I live, so, i.e. let's say I live in the Oak Building, it would be the Oak Corporation.
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ok..no don't do that of course.. I was just trying to get my head around how it works... . I thought maybe you meant a National corporation..,
 

hollydolly said:
oh is that what it is ?
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Yeah, at least in NYC; probably gov't housing better elsewhere. This is a private corporation, but it was started over 70 years ago by a grant from the feds for housing for WWII. vets. My dad was not in military service, but we got in anyway. I was just a wee cute little girl with blonde curls, what did I know back then?
 
I looked up my childhood home on Zillow. They removed the boxwood hedges and put in a wrought iron fence. Not a bad idea as little to no maintenance. They also put awnings over the windows.
I left home in 1958 and never looked back.
 
A couple years ago when my childhood home,2 blocks from where I live now, was for sale, I went through it during an 'open house'. I told the real estate agent on duty, was weird to be in there with no furniture,but the memories came back to me. The woman who had bought the house from my parents back in '77 was the 3rd owner, hadn't really done any updates except new wall paper upstairs in the bedrooms, built in dishwasher in the kitchen
Two yrs ago, I met the young couple who bought the house, they were interested in what I had to say.I only saw the kitchen/living room it basically looked the same to me.
 
I used Google maybe a dozen years ago to look at the house where I spent the first 9 years of my life. The neighborhood was a bit rundown.

After seeing this thread earlier today, I decided to take another look. Most of the houses in the neighborhood now look like they've been renovated.

We lived there such a long time ago, yet I still have pretty vivid memories of it.

We had a fairly nice house, even though it was a rental. I grew a pumpkin plant on the side of the garage. There was a bit of woods behind the garage with a trail that I would ride my bike through. On the other side, it came out into some ethnic people's yard. I think they were Italian. I can remember watching them play bocce ball in their yard.

I remember sitting on my bed upstairs, listening to my mother downstairs screaming and screaming and screaming for the longest time. We were the only two people in the house. She had some serious issues. I was scared to death of her.
 

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