1606 Yale AvenueI remember how we always had to get going fast enough on our bikes to make it up that hill so we could put our bikes away in the back. The steps, porch and driveway used to be pink. That was always the identifier for telling people how to find our house. I've always loved the little stained glass segments in all of the front windows. When I was young I loved to see the rainbow colors on the floor inside.
I still love coming across houses in various neighborhoods that have the same bricks as this house.
I remember the yard, sandbox and patio that we enjoyed before the pool was put in. And of course, I have loved the pool, as have my kids. It also was quite lucrative for Shawn who spent a few years teaching swimming lessons to lots of neighborhood kids there when we were dating and first married.
We spent so many nights sitting out on the front porch steps, just outside this door. Most nights in the summer as a matter of fact. I still love to sit on my front porch and watch the world go by, watch my kids play or visit with passing neighbors.
One of my favorite things about this neighborhood is all of the mature trees up and down the streets. I still love driving under the canopy that they create. Thirty six years of memories associated with this place is really a lot. My parents have lived here for just over 40 years. They moved in on Rob's 1st birthday. I really hate to see it go. I just wish another nice family would buy it and enjoy it like I did. I'll be pretty devastated if someone buys it just to tear it down. It will be hard to drive by when it no longer belongs to us. I guess I better start preparing myself to say good bye.
I still love coming across houses in various neighborhoods that have the same bricks as this house.
I remember the yard, sandbox and patio that we enjoyed before the pool was put in. And of course, I have loved the pool, as have my kids. It also was quite lucrative for Shawn who spent a few years teaching swimming lessons to lots of neighborhood kids there when we were dating and first married.
We spent so many nights sitting out on the front porch steps, just outside this door. Most nights in the summer as a matter of fact. I still love to sit on my front porch and watch the world go by, watch my kids play or visit with passing neighbors.
One of my favorite things about this neighborhood is all of the mature trees up and down the streets. I still love driving under the canopy that they create. Thirty six years of memories associated with this place is really a lot. My parents have lived here for just over 40 years. They moved in on Rob's 1st birthday. I really hate to see it go. I just wish another nice family would buy it and enjoy it like I did. I'll be pretty devastated if someone buys it just to tear it down. It will be hard to drive by when it no longer belongs to us. I guess I better start preparing myself to say good bye.
4 comments:
It is always hard to see your childhood home be sold. I cried when my parents moved on too. I also hope someone buys it and just moves in. Too many of those houses are being torn down to be rebuilt and it so sad!
it would be a disgrace to tear ANY house down on that street - the architecture of those homes is so cool. I hope somebody nice buys it too. I wish we were moving back there sooner and we'd look into it, I love that area. :'(
That house is FULL of little things that create memories. Like the first time I used the bathroom and couldn't get out because the doorknob fell apart in my hands. I was stuck because I thought I broke it and was too afraid to ask for help. Little did I know it was one of many broken door knobs, and one of many memories.
Sad. I hope some nice family moves in and that some big, bad developer doesn't do what they did to the house down the street.
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