I hope this will be fun. What I'd like everyone to do is go onto Google Maps and find the house where you did the most growing up. Or houses, it doesn't matter. (One of my friends was an Army brat who says she lived in twenty houses before she was twenty, half of them that looked exactly alike.)
Then, just tell us a little bit about what is was like to live there and why that particular place influenced for good or bad the most.
Here it is, looking a lot more disheveled than when my Mom and Dad owned it.
Pop planted that tree in the front yard about 1961. The first Winter, we kids nearly killed it by using the thin little sapling as a part of a snow fort. You can see where he widened the driveway so Mom wouldn't get her nurse's shoes dirty getting in or out of our '52 Dodge or, later, the beautifully sleek, white Mercury four door ('61 or '59?).
That's the porch where we kids got our pictures taken~ first days of school, the proms, the graduations, singing Christmas carols and where we hung out on hot summer days to play Monopoly or Sorry with all the neighbor kids.
Those were the windows that every December had a candle lit in each of them, upstairs too, and on the porchwall would be the plastic Choir Boys Light. It was a good thing to see when you were coming home, near frozen, in the dark from skating on the pond or sliding down the hills in the nearby woods.
I'm glad Pop (or worse, Mom) can't see what's happened to the front grass and sidewalks. One of us boys had to push the mower up, down and across that space every week to keep the lawn in good order. We made sure not to miss a spot so we didn't have to drag that machine back up through the hatchway to 'finish the job again''.
We rented out the other half to some great families over the years and some, not many, not so great. Mom loved sitting on the porch with Mrs. Marsh at night after dinner, both of them smoking, both of them talking and waving to whoever was walking by.
It was a great place, a great house, a great home; when they tear it down somebody may find the cigarbox my brother and I hid when Grampy and Pop replaced the floorboards. There's Indian Head pennies, some marbles, a list of the names of the people who were living in the house at the time and a letter from us saying "Hello, how's the future?".
More later. I know I haven't answered my own question yet, but I'd like to see some of your stories.... Thanks.
Joe(Let's see where you came from)Nation