DayDreaming
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The house I grew up in - mom still lives there and I visit every week.
The house I grew up in has now been demolished. We had an outside toilet and a standpipe in the yard, both of which we shared with our next door neighbor.
The wooden hatches in the walls seen in the photo are to coal bunkers. When coal was delivered it was dropped in the street, below the hatch, and we would shovel it in through the hatch.
I don't miss "the good old days".
I so wish you would write a memoir—fascinating.
My family had nine different addresses before I left home fifty years ago—I cannot remember any of them. I have lived in my home now for forty years.
WOW - TWO old cars. Beats us by 2x.My parents got married they each had an old car .
Same here. We moved up and the railroad line about every year or two until I was 12. One last move from a rental to the small house my folks had built. Moving was just part of my early life. I had no concept of staying in one place and long time friends.I so wish you would write a memoir—fascinating.
My family had nine different addresses before I left home fifty years ago—I cannot remember any of them. I have lived in my home now for forty years.
We didn't get an inside toilet until I was 14 years old and when me and my brother would complain about it my Dad would do his 4 Yorkshiremen thing and tell me that I was lucky, because when he was a lad the toilet in the yard was a dry toilet and instead of shoveling coal for neighbors like I did for a few pennies he used to go round shoveling out the waste and replacing it with fresh ash. (There used to be an outside hatch at ground level to the side and below the coal hatch which also opened onto the street).
My Dad said that when he complained to his Dad, he told him that he was lucky because when he was growing up in that same pit village they had communal toilets at the bottom of each street with a plank with holes cut in so you were sometimes shoulder to shoulder sitting with your neighbors.
Main house I grew up in was in Livermore, CA (east San Francisco bay area). My parents bought it in 1970 for $35K, current zillow has it worth $972K. Everything around it is at least $800K, most are in the $900K's range.
That's approx a 27x increase in value over the 49 years timeframe.
What?? There were 27 rooms in your house??My parents' home when I was a kid. The first image is from Zillow, and the second (black and white) photo is one I took when I was a kid. Twenty-seven rooms on 3/4 acre, and they bought it in 1943 for less than $3K. They sold it in the mid 1960's when we moved to Hawaii. We didn't spend much time there, since my father was a nearly compulsive traveler. We were always somewhere overseas.