How stunning to go home where yuu were a kid to find that the house shrunk and the yard dissolved to a mere yard we could push mow easily today.
Amazing how that place no longer was big to us.
My siblings and I drove around to the old school at Brush Creek in Oblong, IL and were shocked to see even the school no longer was the same size it appeared to us as kids.
We sat in the front of that school and talked about the teachers and how they made us mind. Today that swat would put a teacher out of the system. But we learned and we look back in real admiration for our teachers.
I attended a class reunion and learned that just up the road from us was another school that was even closr to us that we could have gone to and not walked that mile to school. Its completely gone now. Old Brush Creek will soon be torn down though. Its a hazard for those who want to visit to bring back memories.
If we had stayed and lived there all our lives that would not have seemed so changed. I hear this from those that never left their home.
So thankful for those tough days we had to pack a pail and walk to school. Makes us braver and stronger today I am sure of that.
Six years ago, when I started my family search, I wrote a letter to “occupant” at my childhood address and sent a copy of a snapshot of what my old home looked like in 1945. To my surprise, I received a letter from the current owner which included a pic of how the house looked in 2001! It has barely changed, except for the replacement of the front steps and some landscaping. Did my heart good.
Having siblings that still live in my old hometown of Baldwin City, Kansas has provided opportunities for many homecomings over the years but my viewpoint has changed since I became interested in genealogy. I made two trips last year. The first was for the annual high school reunion. Even though my class was not one of those honored for reaching a milestone I still saw many who I attended school with as well as townspeople that lived there while I was growing up.
I took the occasion to visit the houses that I had lived in and took pictures of them. One of the houses had been converted to a nursing home years ago but was vacant. It is an old Victorian which I lived in from age 4 throug age 11. Seeing it brought fond memories and I wished I had the money and the gumption to restore it to its former grandeur.
Later in the year I returned to gather additional information on my family and discovered to my delight that someone appears to have taken on that task. I can’t wait to see the project completed.
We’ve all had friends who just seemed so much like us that we had to be related, right? But have you ever put family history to the test to see if you really were related? Tell us all about it here.
How stunning to go home where yuu were a kid to find that the house shrunk and the yard dissolved to a mere yard we could push mow easily today.
Amazing how that place no longer was big to us.
My siblings and I drove around to the old school at Brush Creek in Oblong, IL and were shocked to see even the school no longer was the same size it appeared to us as kids.
We sat in the front of that school and talked about the teachers and how they made us mind. Today that swat would put a teacher out of the system. But we learned and we look back in real admiration for our teachers.
I attended a class reunion and learned that just up the road from us was another school that was even closr to us that we could have gone to and not walked that mile to school. Its completely gone now. Old Brush Creek will soon be torn down though. Its a hazard for those who want to visit to bring back memories.
If we had stayed and lived there all our lives that would not have seemed so changed. I hear this from those that never left their home.
So thankful for those tough days we had to pack a pail and walk to school. Makes us braver and stronger today I am sure of that.
Just this weekend, I revisited the seven homes I had lived in between the ages of seven and thirteen in Ft. Worth, Texas.
I brought my camera so that I could capture them for my scrapbook, but ended up taking only one photo.
Most of my homes were not in as good condition as they had been in the 50s and early 60s, so I decided to keep my memories as they are.
I’ll use words instead to paint pictures of those places which now exist only in my heart.
Six years ago, when I started my family search, I wrote a letter to “occupant” at my childhood address and sent a copy of a snapshot of what my old home looked like in 1945. To my surprise, I received a letter from the current owner which included a pic of how the house looked in 2001! It has barely changed, except for the replacement of the front steps and some landscaping. Did my heart good.
Having siblings that still live in my old hometown of Baldwin City, Kansas has provided opportunities for many homecomings over the years but my viewpoint has changed since I became interested in genealogy. I made two trips last year. The first was for the annual high school reunion. Even though my class was not one of those honored for reaching a milestone I still saw many who I attended school with as well as townspeople that lived there while I was growing up.
I took the occasion to visit the houses that I had lived in and took pictures of them. One of the houses had been converted to a nursing home years ago but was vacant. It is an old Victorian which I lived in from age 4 throug age 11. Seeing it brought fond memories and I wished I had the money and the gumption to restore it to its former grandeur.
Later in the year I returned to gather additional information on my family and discovered to my delight that someone appears to have taken on that task. I can’t wait to see the project completed.