Aim's post (and recent posts) about selling her Mom's house got me thinking about when my own mom sold our childhood home and moved to the big city. Last week, when the Big Snow hit the Midwest, about 2 feet got dumped on my hometown and that area. Looking at the pictures of it on facebook made me nostalgic for home, which NEVER happens. Then a friend went as far as to go out and take pictures of my old house and sent them to me.
Some observations: 1. Apparently the driveway still drifts, just like it did when we lived there. The garage door you can barely see was a new addition. Mom replaced the "shop door" and overhang that were on the front so she could park in the garage. I also re-graveled that driveway at least once during my summers of manual labor, and repainted most of the house, sometimes multiple times. Dad liked brown so it would "blend" with the nature. 2, Our yard was really huge. There used to be a fence with an iron gate and a few other gates around the back of the house that separated front yard from back yard. I helped Dad build one of those gates, along with the back door to the shop/garage. 3. The dish network dish, or whatever it is, on the roof (not visible in this photo) cracks me up. We didn't get cable until I was a teenager. Dad asked the cable company for the "spool" the cable line came on, which we used for a picnic table for years – until my mother was mixing pool chemicals on it one day and set it on fire. Fun times at Shrader Manor!
Also, I'm glad the new owners haven't painted the house pink, or some other ungodly color. That would just make me sad.
Here's a column I wrote at the time of the sale.