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  1. Why was it demolished? It looks like a beautiful home…it’s such a sad thing… I had to “like” because the photo of your old home is so sweet. I am sad for you, Herman.

  2. I had the houses I grew up in demolished last year. The original one room adobe house that had been added onto over the years, might have been 100 years old. The last addition, from a date in a piece of cement under some floorboards was around 1948. It was funny that people who had never seen the houses, other than artsy, heavily post processed photos done by a friend, and didn’t know their history, wanted me to save them. I don’t miss them, and love having the open space. But I can understand your sense of loss, and memories if the house was not still on your property.

  3. It’s so strange to see the two photos together. One of a home full of memories and love and the other of land. But the memories are still there, rooted in the land, in the remaining trees and in your heart. It’s still sad, of course.

  4. We who clicked on the Like button, did so to acknowledge your post. This feeling of home, no matter how long ago, never leaves you. The very word HOME is so comforting. It lingers in the back of our minds to be drawn forth, polished with remembrances. You home is gone but not the thoughts and joys of home. Virginia

  5. 😦 So sad! I was so sad when my parents sold the house (when I was a teenager) that I spent most of my younger years in. It’s odd how attached our memories become to places. The song, The House that Built Me, by Miranda Lambert always makes me choke up. Or cry. Depending on my mood. Sorry your childhood home is gone.

  6. That looked like a great house…maybe in need of some paint and a new roof, but otherwise… What happened? That would be so sad. We live in a 101 year-old house. Our pawrents moved in 30 years ago. It is hard to imagine that it would even have been there then if demolished. Glad you have some photos for memories. Purrs and hugs, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo

  7. I agree with MYTHREEMOGGIES. It seems wrong to “like” this, but I decided to like it as a way of saying I understand the emotion.

    I lived in the same home for 51 years. I put lots of effort into landscaping with roses and flower beds featuring some fairly pricey specimens: Their value exceeded the price, of course, and they added texture, color, scent, beauty to the property. They were my joy, something my neighbors enjoyed over the backyard fence, too.

    Health issues meant moving to a senior housing development. The home was sold. The new owner tore out all of the roses – one was an heirloom climbing rose brought to Nebraska from Nova Scotia in the early part of the 20th Century- and a huge patch of rhubarb (easily 1,5m x 10m in size, with mature plants that were start from heirloom plants at my grandmother’s home. I was sick!

    Had I known, I would have given rhubarb plants to the neighbors who for years enjoyed our bounty. I would have dug up the roses gladly if I’d known other neighbors always admired this specimen or that.

    I try not to think about the what was done. It’s not my yard any longer. I feel sorry for the new owner, but I understand there are people who prefer a monoculture of grass over the diversity of plantings I left her. She left heirloom lilac plantings at the back of the yard, though. They were heirloom plantings, too, so there was one small victory in the change to her stewardship.

  8. Lovely house indeed. But how comfortable to live in NOW? That house may be gone but memories last forever. And they are sweet not sad. At least to me… maybe because I moved so often, first as a child with my mom, to escape a war, then away on an adventure as a young woman, then as an Air force wife, then as a restless spirit. The memories came to mean more than any of the houses/apartments themselves. Things pass but memories last a lifetime and one can give them to the younger generations too… My two bit of historical-philosophical common sense…

  9. I clicked ‘Like’ as usual then took it back :_( I see others have had the same dilemma. Today I will just leave verzacht omhelzingen.

    A real shame Herman, I gasped when I saw your photo’s. Such a cute place with great character, so verwelkoming with the arched door. How’s your dad taking it? Thank goodness you have each other and lot’s of happy memories.

  10. I think too that the like button is acknowledgment of having read the post. Herman that’s so sad, but the memories will live on. Tears are sometimes helpful.

  11. Very sad … but, I suppose that in the end, the house is just a “thing”… it’s the people who made it a home … and those memories will always be with you.

  12. I liked but I don’t..i feel your sadness..when my grandma passed away and we had to auction the house it went in 10 minutes,the only home in all my life that remained stable amid divorces and fractures..the place I had xmas the place I caught crickets and dreamt of being an astronaut..we watched as a bidding frenzy saw it sell for 1.75 million, a home that my grandpa bought when he retired from the police force at a price of about 3 thousand dollars…my sister and I cried like babies,my mum the only child left and always on a pension had just become a millionaire with no clue as to what had just happened…we thought cleaning it for sale was bad enough but this was worse..i actually hoped they would pull it down as the thought of someone else living there killed me.It will be pulled down but it is being rented for the time being..it still upsets me..amazing how our memories are so attached to the material things in our life..i wonder at what my grandparents would think of the price it got, and I wonder at myself and the value in my heart this house held.Hugs to you I understand 😦 Bev

  13. I am so sorry…but you will always carry home in your heart with the memories…still I understand as I can not imagine that happening to our house. Your home looked beautiful:) I am sending hugs of comfort….thank you for sharing with us as I know it was not easy.

  14. Now thats really sad. My childhood home still stands, but it has been changed beyond recognition so for me its demolished. But you are lucky to have the beautiful picture of the place (and the memories, of course) 🙂

  15. Oh – how horrible for you, so sad to see something like that, I can understand your sadness! Sad but true, nothing in this life ever stays the same, and it’s hard for us to cope with change – I’ve had a few too many too!

  16. Oh Herman…..this truly is very sad. I remember when you visited the house and went through it, finding that old milk jug which you saved……it’s so sad to see something so very familiar and personal just vanish. I know it’s a very empty feeling. It really was a beautiful home………..

    Pam

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