Recently Marilyn of Serendipity wrote about where she used to live in Israel and how it had changed. I guess that subject has stuck in my mind for a few days. Maybe loss does stay with you longer as you get older. I’m a Taurus so while I’m not against all change I am often saddened by changes to places I liked. We moved from South Australia nearly thirteen years ago now and a lot of things have changed. I expect we have changed too and I don’t feel that I would fit in there any more. I suppose that you could say that I am divorced from South Australia now. I grew up there, I have fond memories but I can’t live there any more.
Anyway here is my piece for this week’s Serendipitous Photo Story.
David’s childhood home
My mother always used to say “You can’t go back.” She was talking about former homes. When you have been away for a long time the places you once lived can seem disturbingly different. Even if the changes are for the better it is still a bit sad sometimes that it is no longer the place you remembered.
The photo above is of the house where my husband’s family lived. In appearance it is nothing special, just a plain brick house like many built in the nineteen fifties and early sixties. David was two when his parents moved into it. As was common at the time, my father in law who was in the hardware trade at the time, worked on the house himself with help from friends. He in turn helped them build their homes. David remembers riding his tricycle around the block while the adults worked.
By the time I first visited the house in the mid seventies the family had grown and an extra room had been added. It remained the family home until my mother in law died a few years ago when it was sold.
By this time people had much more grandiose ideas about what a house should be like inside so I did not think that the house would survive very long once it was sold. A year or so ago we heard that it had been demolished and a much larger modern house stands in its place. As most of the residents of the small cul-de-sac where the house was were of a similar age I think that the rest of the houses will eventually suffer the same fate. It’s a pretty, leafy suburb close to the city and the sea. The new homes will be a far cry from the modest family homes they replaced.
I will probably never walk down that street again because I don’t want to see the changes.
Our former home in Adelaide is still standing. It was an ordinary, rather ugly, brown brick veneer house built in the seventies. It was our first real home and I loved it when we moved in but by the time we left after twenty five years I was exasperated with it as it was always too hot in summer and we never seemed to have enough room. I was not particularly sorry to leave but when we had it on the market I was very offended when one real estate agent suggested that an investor might buy it and later knock it down. We sold it to a family with two young children and were happy with that. A few years later our old house came on the market again and our former neighbour sent us a picture. The house had been transformed, it was a different colour, it had a deck and an extra level. I suppose we could have done all that if we had stayed but although you could say they were good changes when we visited our old suburb I refused to go and look at it. It wasn’t the same house any more. I have since seen photos online and apart from the view all that remains familiar is the roof, the gas heater in the living room and the front entrance.
I am probably over sentimental but I prefer to keep my memories intact.