19    Aug 20144 comments

Childhood Homes: Fond memories

I remember the home that I grew up in with many fond memories. We moved into our suburban home, in Canada, when I was only 4 years old. We lived in the same house until after I left home for university.

I didn't realize that I still had an emotional attachment to that home, until I went back for a visit recently, with my own family.

On a recent visit, I took my family back to my old house. Some things had changed on the outside -- the garden wasn't as beautiful, the shutters were painted a different color, but above all, the house still looked the same.

My childhood home.

We walked around my childhood neighborhood and I pointed out all of the special places. We walked to the local park, where my sisters and I spent many happy hours playing, before being called home for dinner. It was also where I fell off the monkey-bars and had the wind knocked out of me. I showed my son our favorite hide-and-seek hiding place, where no one could find us. We drove along our old paper route, where we used to deliver papers.

I stared up at the window of my old room, and tried to remember that little girl who looked out the window to see what was doing on the street. On cold winter mornings, I first checked for a snow-covered window which meant closed schools for a snow day, and a fun day at home with our mother. It was a place of many firsts: I lost my first tooth, started grade one, learned to ride a bicycle and jump rope, and went on my first date with a boy.

The most important landmark of all was our tree in the front yard. When I was little, I named our tree Sarah, and the name caught on in the family, and lasted until we moved. She was then just a small twig of a tree, barely able to support her own branches. It was under her leaves that we took our first-day-of-school photos every year. When I returned for a visit, Sarah the twig had transformed into a beautiful tree, now shading half the front lawn. I almost didn't recognize it. It reminded me of how many years have passed, and how much I've grown since living there.

My sisters in front of "Sarah the tree."

And, yet, as much as things have changed, they have stayed almost exactly the same. It was wonderful to remember happy times from the past, and to share them with my husband and son. I was able to talk to them about my childhood, and show them where I came from.

What was your childhood home like? Have you ever visited it as an adult? What memories did it inspire? Share your memories with us in the comments below.

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  1. I would love to be able to go back to my childhood HOME(S) but like many of us, we moved so many times that it is almost impossible to do that. The main place that I do remember is my grandparent's home and that is where I was able to go back to and reminisce over the years. We lived in 14 different school districts while I attended schools, and that was hard.
    My husband and I do go back to my grandparent's home as we have settled in the same area that they came from. I have done genealogy research because of that. We have been married almost 49 years now and it is still fun to remember the old country stores and roads around here. Too bad that the younger generation does not have an interest in where their grandparents lived. Like I mentioned there are many different locations that I could show mine from all over the provinces of Ontario and Quebec. Probably many of the readers are in a similar situation wishing their family took more interest.
  2. My childhood home is in a neighbourhood that has undergone demographic replacement of the founders' posterity. Carjackings, liquor store robberies, and drive-by shootings. While the neighbourhood is no more diverse, it is very different and I can purchase a home for less than a new Honda.
  3. I grew up near a pond and as a result had a Tom Sawyer like youth with many adventures on the water and in the swamp and woods.
    My children and two of my grandchildren have been able to visit there but they didn't have the same early life. Now the property belongs to my brother who isn't very welcoming since he likes his privacy.
    My house has been razed and my brother built a new home in its place.
  4. Adele, don't loose hope about the younger generations not being interested in the Family Tree info....They will be very interested once they have children of their own or experience the lose of dear family seniors. Currently they have plenty of "now" to handle. Eventually they'll realize they would like to pass on this precious ancestry information to their own children!.

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