Look up the house you grew up in...

CeeCee

CeeCee

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Monterey Peninsula California
Go to Google Maps and put in the address and zoom in til you get your house.

This is the house I grew up in...we were the first owners in 1960! The front yard is a little different but other than that no change....I will have to email my mom the pic, she sold it in 1998 after my dad died and she moved in with my youngest sister in New Jersey.

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My great grandfather built this house and as you can see, they were stone masons. When we moved in, around 1945, it had no inside plumbing except for a hand pump in the kitchen. The cellar floor was dirt and furnace was coal fed. We upgraded it slowly as my parents didn't make much money.

Up in my room, is the haunted closet I talked about in another thread. There was no heat but a sink was installed, although I don't know why. I would have little snow drifts on my window sill...on the inside!!

I used to go out my window and sit on porch roof, in the front on house. I would stare at the stars at night and set my model airplanes on fire and fly them off the roof, until mom caught on what I was doing.

Lots of good and bad memories in this old house. I am told that no one lives in it now. The other house, in town, will not show up on Google maps. I think in small towns they do not show all streets.
 
Can't do that because it was left to go to rack and ruin by the last owners, taken by the city for taxes, left for a few more years, then finally razed:( It was a great place when my parents bought it from the original owners right after the war and 60 years old at the time. It didn't have central heat, running water or indoor plumbing of any kind, and the basement had a dirt floor. The very first thing my dad did was tie us into city water and put in a bathroom. Yay! Any idea how cold an outhouse can get in the dead of winter on the south shore of Lake Superior? LOL! They brought the rest of it up to date over the years and sold it late in the 70s. Now it's just a memory.
 
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My father built the majority of this house himself, and it looks pretty much the way it did 56 years ago, with the exception of the greenery covering the front rock wall - that used to be my climbing-practice spot as a kid.
 
Mine has been removed too; we sold it when I was 10 to the guy next door, as it had very few mod cons, and Mum and Dad couldn't afford to do it up.
he turned both houses into flats; and he was Stephen Frears' father!
 
Growing up in a military family meant living in many, many, many different houses. So . . .

I was just a month old when we joined my dad on Guam:

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CeeCee said:
Could be interesting but also difficult...how did you like it?
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Going to new and different places was always fun. Leaving behind friends I had made was difficult. Always being the new kid in school I won friends and influenced people with my California good looks, charm and humor . . .
 
That Guy, when we lived in Hawaii during the war, we lived in a civilian housing area made up of row upon row of Quonset huts. We had running water in what passed for a kitchen, and we had electricity. There was a row of Quonset huts facing a long row of bathhouses with showers, tubs and toilets and a section with washers (wringer washers, of course). On the other side of the bathhouse was another row of Quonset huts facing the bathhouse. The entire area was made up of alternating rows of Quonset huts facing bathhouses. I was just little then, but it seemed like those Quonset huts went on for miles! Maybe they did; there were a lot of people to house! I remember that our "neighborhood" was made up of our row of Quonset huts and the row on the other side of the bathhouse.
 
I looked up all three of the homes I lived in as a child. Everyone of them gone! They weren't always in the nicest of areas - then, but they become "prime real estate" as the younger generation wanted to live close to the city.
 
The home I grew up in is gone, as is not surprising as it was old when we lived there. I was 3 months old when we moved there, and lived there until I was 15. The landlord then rented the old place to his niece, and when she moved it was torn down.

The 'town' then had less than 100 people, and is still about the same size. :p
 
I couldn't upload a picture, but the house has been tore down, in fact the whole neighborhood has gone. It was located in the river floodplain and not much to see anyway. It was on the wrong side of the tracks. I was hoping the outhouse had been preserved.
 

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