The house you grew up in

It was sold after my Father passed away. The person who bought it had financial problems and lost the house. It was remodeled after that. I saw pictures of the rooms and they did a very good job with it. I don't know who bought it.
 

MarciKS said:
Someone else has been living in it for years. I often wonder what the inside looks like now. We moved in across the street when I was a kid and my friend from school and her family moved in there. She got the big bedroom up front. The changed the back side of the house a little.

When I was a kid the parents had the big bedroom up front. Brother had the middle bedroom and I had the one by the back yard that had the washer and dryer in it. So mom would be doing laundry sometimes when I was trying to sleep. Then she'd get mad cuz I wouldn't get up in the mornings.

We had this God awful olive green carpet with loud wallpaper with birds in it that were in bushes with berries. Big front porch to sit on and my brother and I would crash tricycles into the rose bushes every time we screamed around the corner from the sidewalk. The back porch was small with a set of steps down both sides. Big back yard. Big front yard. I miss that house though.

I found a pic of the outside but no inside pics. The house on the left.
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Cute Craftsman style home..w/a front porch.
 
I think I missed my calling. I would love to save an remodel homes. I watch those home improvement shows more than once. Not that I believe them, but to look at both design ideas and inconsistancies. Why do they never mention what direction the windows are facing? Never window treatments. Seldom heat and cooling systems,.

My son and I did it once. We found a house in a borderline neighborhood. It was mid centuary modern before that became a thing.
It was during a downturn in the eonomy and we just broke even. We were satisfied. We saved a gem. Today that house is worth a great deal.
 
Feelslikefar said:
Growing up, this was pretty much a symbol of 'Home'.


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All houses we lived in are just a blur, no 'Roots' involved.

Since Dad was in the Navy when I was born, we moved a lot.
Nice part was we were always near an Ocean or Gulf.
Only house I remember was the last one I lived in right before I join the military.
(I had my own room, this was in Hawaii)
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I remember my aunt telling me one time that her career-military father would only allow them one very small valise for their possessions, toys, books, knickknacks, etc. She had to leave everything else behind.

He told her once that they were going to be on one assignment for years, so she amassed a doll and horse model collection that she dearly loved. One day, less than a year later, he walked in and told them they'd be moving in three weeks. She had to leave almost everything behind.

I think it really affected her for life because she had a hard time getting rid of things (including her dead cat that was up in the freezer for a loooong time....but that's another story...)
 
It wasn’t as charming and wonderful as it’s sometimes painted. We seldom saw our parents, at least not together. If we saw them, it mostly was one at a time. That part I regret. My parents gave us kids most anything we asked for. They gave us love, but not very often. When I was able to travel with my dad, those were the best times. He spent a lot of time explaining business and the opportunities it presents.

When us kids were in school, we saw more of our nanny than we did of mom or dad. My sister was able to attend college in London for a year. She came home with a million stories and an accent. My brother spent 2 years in Sweden or Switzerland, I forget which and he has since passed away from a terrible accident falling off the balcony of his apartment in New York City where he rented an apartment on the 9th floor of a 12 story building. According to police, he was high on dope and alcohol and was dancing out on the patio with a balcony. He stumbled while showing off to his girlfriend and went over the balcony.

The stories we hear. Right?
 
My childhood home was sold many years ago. It's still standing but the neighborhood is really rundown, that's probably the product of GM leaving town many moons ago.
 
Murrmurr said:
I find that interesting because, while I spent my own childhood in only 2 homes until I married, after I divorced and became a single working father of 3, I moved my kids from rental to rental through 4 different states taking better-paying jobs.

Thing is, all my kids bought homes before they hit their mid 30s, raised their kids in one school district from grammar to high school, and are all nearing retirement from companies they've worked for at least 20-some years.

I'm one of those boomers who often feels like I taught my kids more of what not to do than what they should do. 🫤

But they're all doing quite well, so, either way, I get credit.
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We each develop a perspective from our experiences. After I got out of the service I returned to college and got a more useful degree majoring in accounting. To keep my family in one spot I commuted to work. Starting as a cost accountant I was very fortunate to be recruited by headhunters multiple times through my career, that kept pushing me up the ladder with improved income and benefits.

I was literally one of the suits by day and back to my jeans at home. Over the yearsI wore out a lot of cars commuting to and from work. I wouldn't change it if I could. It allowed us to have a nice home, the kids all got great educations and we managed to give them a family unit that to this day is close and cares for each other.
 
It's still there built for my grandfather on Ridgeland Ave around 1900 give or take a couple of years. My sister still lives near there, and the house along with all the original houses on the block are still there, probably remodeled many times by now. Here is a recent picture my sister took.
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