Can we go back to our childhood home?
from The Legal Genealogists posted an interesting blog about going back to your childhood home, see the link below and it got me thinking about two of my childhood homes. One I know is demolished and villas are built on it the other, well I 'explored'.
I spent the first nine and a bit years growing up in Earle Street, Arncliffe. I remember it as a good place to live, in the small street there were at least 10 kids, of varying ages, not counting the teenagers. I felt safe, was able to go and play and my mum would know where I was. I think life was simpler then. I'm not going to say safer, just that as kids we simply didn't know about the 'bad' stuff.
I remember that the two teenage boys, across the road, would race their billycarts down the street, turning at the bottom, just before the main road. The street runs between two very busy roads and they were busy back then too. I remember the day the electricity people put in two massive posts, to hold a transformer, blasting away at the sandstone rock and us kids hanging over the fences, watching. Good memories.
Me, as a cute young thing, sitting on the steps. You can see the window behind me.
Me and Tilly or Milly.
The window is still there, the sandstone foundation is still the same and so is what I sat on but...
The fence is now bricks, the driveway looks the same and there are security bars on the windows. I searched for any real estate sales and found that it had been sold back in 2012 and that they had lodged plans to build four, two bedroom villas on the property. Hasn't happened, yet but the aerial view of number four, looks like they are doing something in the back yard, there.
BUT, having looked at the real estate page I did learn some things. It was built in 1910 and the land area is 797 square meters. I then went to Trove and just entered the address and found 61 articles about things that happened either in the street or to people living in the street. It made for interesting reading, everything from weddings, to obituaries, to the sad articles about the suicide of a young man, living in the street. I found the names of two of the houses, Aberdeen and Frauenstein. Would love to know which one was Aberdeen. Frauenstein was number four.
I wont go back and visit, this exercise has dulled my memories. The house looks old and tired, maybe it is time to say good-bye.
Would you go back and visit your childhood home?
Bye for now,