I was idly reading the emails and notices this morning, including a daily newspaper from my hometown. Today is the real estate day and up popped a picture of a house that looked rather familiar. Was that my old house? the house I grew up in?
it doesn’t look quite right but it looked sufficiently similar to make me investigate further
My sister has been sending me some old photos and so I looked at the one from the latest mailing. A picture of our house probably taken in the late 1920’s. The house was built in 1926.
Upon further investigation I found that the house that had caught my eye intitally was actually built 12 years later than our house and was in a totally different part of town. The house that was just sold is located on Belmont Hill and in fact it was a much bigger house than ours. But ours was solidly built and although not in the more exclusive part of Belmont known as Belmont Hill, it was still in a very nice neighbourhood and I hope that the current occupants are as happy living there as our family was all those years ago. Our street had its own hill where we used to ski and sled and in other seasons we could rollerskate down the hill and around the block.
This idleness of comparing houses and looking up street addresses thanks to google maps lead to all sorts of mind wanderings.
Here is a photo of my father and my sister Ruth, not long before they moved from School Street to the newly built house on Old Middlesex Road, 1926.
I particularly treasure this photo. My father as a younger man, 10 years before I was born.