There are numerous types of homes and places most of us have lived in: apartments, condos, shacks, houses, trailers, institutions. Some people were brought up in one home or space. My parents lived in (rented) five different apartments from my birth in 1951, and onward to 1967 when my father finally stopped renting and bought the building at 338 Warren Street, Hudson, New York. It was the home of their final days.
All of that moving is why my home/house is so important to me to this day. Apartment living taught me that I like having roots. With a woman's-only wage, I could not afford to buy a home until my 50's.
Do you go back and look at where you once lived? I did. I have vivid memories of 'living' in those several places. This story is a bit of a share of what I saw happening in front of 366 Columbia. The photograph within the writing is one of mine, and not very good. The day was stormy. Spring was coming in fast. At the end of this written piece is a link to Google Street View. You'll see that the lot is totally empty as of 2014, no buildings at all! The link may not work but feel free to have a search for your own past before it fades away.
The photo directly below was taken by my mother of my Dad and her then three children in approximately 1954. I am the short one to the front. The building is no longer there. It was the Fourth Street School and was part of the junior high school system in the 60's. It was basically around the corner and up the hill from 366 Columbia Street.
Sweet kudos to my late mother for making those dresses. You might notice my dear sister Zora's self-consciousness with her leg, the sweetheart removed a leg brace she had to wear for sometime.
All of that moving is why my home/house is so important to me to this day. Apartment living taught me that I like having roots. With a woman's-only wage, I could not afford to buy a home until my 50's.
Do you go back and look at where you once lived? I did. I have vivid memories of 'living' in those several places. This story is a bit of a share of what I saw happening in front of 366 Columbia. The photograph within the writing is one of mine, and not very good. The day was stormy. Spring was coming in fast. At the end of this written piece is a link to Google Street View. You'll see that the lot is totally empty as of 2014, no buildings at all! The link may not work but feel free to have a search for your own past before it fades away.
The photo directly below was taken by my mother of my Dad and her then three children in approximately 1954. I am the short one to the front. The building is no longer there. It was the Fourth Street School and was part of the junior high school system in the 60's. It was basically around the corner and up the hill from 366 Columbia Street.
Sweet kudos to my late mother for making those dresses. You might notice my dear sister Zora's self-consciousness with her leg, the sweetheart removed a leg brace she had to wear for sometime.
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