The house you grew up in

Originally my family lived in an apartment over a corner store, that building has been gone since the 70's. From there we moved to a 12 acre piece of property with an old farm house, that's were I lived the remainder of my childhood. My mom let my sister and her husband move in and eventually gave them the house, it was run down when my folks bought the place and is just as run down now.
 
Tom52 said:
The home that I grew up in is still there after all these years. It surprisingly looks about the same outside, according to Zillow they have made some nice updates inside.
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yes I looked at my old house interior on one of the agents sites, and they've made a lot of changes inside the house since we lived there in '73... as one would expect. ..and it's really modern and beautiful.... However I often wonder what their reaction would be if they knew they have their breakfast bar on the exact spot where my mum died.... :unsure:
 

Not only is my childhood home still there but someone's put some money into sprucing it up. I still remember we kids used to play card games in the tower room at the top of the house on rainy days. I also remember my father doing a lot of work on it; painting & fixing things. It was a great place to be a kid though. Head out in the morning and be back for dinner. Those were the days when parents didn't have to worry about where their kids were or what they were up to.
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Michael Z said:
Some folks bought the home from my dad at a fairly low price, posing as somewhat poor folks. Then, they pretty much rebuilt the whole place at an expense of several hundred thousand dollars. They had plenty of money. Shown below is the McMansion they made out of the little farmhouse.
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The third house, I'm still angry about that. We had to paint all the walls white. They were brown, yellow, orange, green. So much work. Yeah, said that man, then it sells better. But the ones who bought it were the people from the manege who had an insane load of money because they're traders. My dad got way too less, but we had to move. All that work for nothing.
 
MrPants said:
Not only is my childhood home still there but someone's put some money into sprucing it up. I still remember we kids used to play card games in the tower room at the top of the house on rainy days. I also remember my father doing a lot of work on it; painting & fixing things. It was a great place to be a kid though. Head out in the morning and be back for dinner. Those were the days when parents didn't have to worry about where their kids were or what they were up to.
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oooh that's a lovely big house
 
My father, that had been in the Navy out in the Pacific during WWII, post-war worked in military defense and space industries, and moved often. We were a large middle class family of limited frugal means. So didn't have a "house you grew up in". Longest anywhere was just 3 years. Note as a young looking kid that was unfortunately put into Kindergarten a year early, I was also usually the smallest and youngest kid at each new school, and without friends. So hated enduring the same issues of such over and over.

I was born in downtown Los Angeles and lived there the first few years. Only recall a small shallow cement kids pool and sandbox my dad built in a tiny home in San Fernando. While growing up, besides Los Angeles County, have also lived in Santa Clara, San Mateo, Sacramento, and San Diego California Counties plus Hartford Connecticut and Columbus Ohio.
 
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The home of my grandparents ended up with a cousin who had problems. He didn’t maintain it. When pipes burst and everything was collapsing, it was demolished.

The solid house is Toronto showed it on Google as basically being the same. McMansions all around it. The second brick home in a small city was sold to a young carpenter. He was doing renos in the interior.
 
MrPants said:
Not only is my childhood home still there but someone's put some money into sprucing it up. I still remember we kids used to play card games in the tower room at the top of the house on rainy days. I also remember my father doing a lot of work on it; painting & fixing things. It was a great place to be a kid though. Head out in the morning and be back for dinner. Those were the days when parents didn't have to worry about where their kids were or what they were up to.
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That's a wonderful looking home, one of those homes that has character!
 
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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I was living in three houses until my wife and me moved to our forth house in another country in July 2025. So which house do you mean? Honestly I don't care of my three houses before and what happened to them.

"Always look ahead. There are no birds in last year's nests anymore."

(Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote de la Mancha)
 
My dad built a 3 bdrm 1 bath home on a VA loan in 1959 when I was 6. Cost $11,500 to build. Mortgage was $75 a month.
Mom sold it in 1986 for $38K.

Few years ago, I happened to be back for a rare visit to my old hometown and was out at one of my old hangouts for an adult liquid refreshment. Got to talking to a girl at the bar and dang if she and her mom didn't now live in the house I grew up in.

Anyway, the girl said she and her mom hated the house. She asked me if I thought the house was haunted. She wanted to know if anyone had ever died in the house.

My dad was killed in an auto accident in 1979. After that, my mom bought a house in town and rented the old homestead out. A drunk alcoholic rented for a short time before he died. The guy my mom sold the house to in 1986 suddenly passed away from a heart attack about a year or two after buying the house. He was in his 30's.

So I told the girl at the bar, "No, not that I know of."
 
The house that I grew up in was built in about 1940. My parents moved in there shortly thereafter as renters with my 2 older sisters (I was born in 1945). It is still there and my daughters and I have stopped to look at it a few times. It and other houses in the neighborhood are small and have been fixed up and look quite nice. According to a lady at a flower shop nearby, that particular area is now viewed as the "in" place to live by the younger set (gen Z is suppose) and is located in Fairview Park, Ohio, a western suburb of Cleveland.
 
I just looked at the Zillow website and found out the first house we lived in -- probably a rental -- was a modest two story house built in 1910. It looks like somebody put a new front porch on it; other than that, it's how I remember it. We lived there until I was 10. Then we moved to an apartment, then my parents split and we moved to another apartment without my father, then my parents got back together and we moved to a little rental house. Then my mother left and we moved to a government subsidized townhouse. My parents never owned anything. No stability, whatsoever.
 
The house I grew up in is still standing.

I was very upset when my father sold the house.
Had hopes that I would get it as being an only child.

I would have been the 4th generation to live in it.
So many wonderful memories, learning to swim, go fishing.
Long walks with my mother & neighborhood kids.

And best of all my first horse!
My folks didn't want me to have one,,But I won out by saving for one.

It had 'shipping fever' had been hauled in from somewhere else.
My grandfather & a neighbor helped me get it back to health.

Then came the trial & error method of learning how to ride & train it.
Think I sold him when I was old enough to learn how drive a car.
 
RambleTamble said:
I just looked at the Zillow website and found out the first house we lived in -- probably a rental -- was a modest two story house built in 1910. It looks like somebody put a new front porch on it; other than that, it's how I remember it. We lived there until I was 10. Then we moved to an apartment, then my parents split and we moved to another apartment without my father, then my parents got back together and we moved to a little rental house. Then my mother left and we moved to a government subsidized townhouse. My parents never owned anything. No stability, whatsoever.
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It matters not about owning things... as children we lived always in rented property... as most people did in Scotland during the years I was growing up.. nothing to be ashamed of, ...but the problem for you with regard stability was not the housing as much as the unsettled parents who were there one minute and gone the next.... 🤗
 
hollydolly said:
It matters not about owning things... as children we lived always in rented property... as most people did in Scotland during the years I was growing up.. nothing to be ashamed of, ...but the problem for you with regard stability was not the housing as much as the unsettled parents who were there one minute and gone the next.... 🤗
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I knew what that was like with parents being here one minute and then gone the next.

My parents, siblings and myself grew up in a mansion.

My father was an Institutional Investor in precious metals and a broker in oil. My mother was a Federal District Judge in the state of Florida. I don’t think my parents saw much of each other. My father spent a lot of time in Europe and Africa. My father bought and sold Krugerrand's. He was also a broker for oil companies. During the summer, I would get to travel with him sometimes. My siblings had no interest in leaving the country. My biggest thrill was traveling to Antwerp (Belgium) and Tel Aviv (Israel) to watch my father trade, buy and sell diamonds. I wasn’t comfortable in Africa. The place gave me the creeps.

My brother, sister and myself had a live-in nanny that for the most part raised us. We went to a private school each day in a limo. We weren’t the only kids that traveled to and from school in that way. My sister and I turned out normal, but my brother is spending a life sentence in prison for killing two drug dealers. He thought he could kill each dealer and steal his stash and make millions. Ha, that didn’t work out very well at all. He’s lucky to even be alive. He’s in a Federal prison dying a slow death with cancer.

The home is still standing. Another large family lives there now or did 5 years ago when I last saw it.
 
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