After the coffee with my sister on Friday we went to meet my childhood friend. When she retired she moved back to her childhood home very close to my childhood home. It’s years since the last time I was there and I think as many years since my friend and I met. It was like stepping back in time. It all looked pretty much the same except that all the trees have grown. E.g. the little oak tree outside our house now already, after about 65 years, (the black and white photo) is a quite a big one. The ground cellar where all the potatoes, root vegetables, salted mushrooms, jams, juice, apples were stored for the winter also still is there. It was so nice to meet my friend and how sweet of her to arrange with the now owners of my childhood home to have us there to see the place. I love the changes made, modernized interior but keeping so much of the old. Thank you so much my dear friend for a fantastic afternoon and thank you to you now living in my beloved childhood home.
very interesting to see how the tree had grown! this post makes me feel nostalgic about the old houses i’ve lived in and known, though unfortunately none of them are around anymore (both bought and completely torn down and rebuilt as something else). you’re lucky your childhood house still look pretty much the same!
It’s sad that your childhood homes are torn down. It was a nice feeling to be back in my place. On the way back home I told my husband how happy I’m to see it’s still standing and that the couple now living there are taking such good care of it and seem to truly like it.