Saturday, January 12, 2019

Saturday Thought



When you finally go back to your old hometown, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood. 

Sam Ewing

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    1. The above was my childhood home, and as soon a I saw it, memories of my childhood arose.

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    1. I have so many memories in the house above. Brought tears to my eyes.

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    1. I stood in awe when I went back two years ago. Been gone for 50 years, but so many memories flooded into my head.

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  4. Truth. My childhood home was bulldozed and replaced with a McMansion. And I mourn.

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    1. When I went back home, everything was the same. The neighborhood hadn't even been built up anymore....and that after 50 years. Only difference was the house above was green when I lived there.

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  5. So much of my old neighborhood has changed, people share photos and sometimes I hardly recognize it anymore. I haven't been back there since 2007 and even from then to now it's changed so much. I saw a picture of the place I grew up in, it too has changed. Don't know if I'll ever get back out that way, but I'd probably need a tour guide if I did.

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    1. You are from Brooklyn, right? All of Brooklyn is changing. Not as quaint as it used to be. I'm not happy with the changes.

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    2. Yes I am, Greenpoint area. I'm not happy with how things are changing there, and I don't live there anymore LOL. It's just some changes don't seem necessary and definitely don't fit in with the neighborhood. It's just sad to see it all changing.

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  6. There times I been by my childhood home I want to knock on door and see how they change it inside.
    Coffee is on

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  7. Thanks for sharing the photograph of your childhood home, haven't been back to mine for many years, and I'm sure things have changed … many happy memories though :)

    All the best Jan

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