Sunday, September 19, 2010

Far from the home I remember

Video

So I wanted to upload the video directly to here and link off of it from here but the video is to big so I hosted it on youtube and ran it as a link only video.

I grew up in that house, I grew up riding my big wheel down the sidewalk, I grew up learning to shoot a bb gun in that back yard, I grew up catching toads that seemed to be plentiful back in the day, I grew up picking out enough earthworms out of the front yard when my grandpa re-sodded it to supply my entire grade school for dissection, I may not have spent my entire childhood here but I spent every single weekend for 10+ years and the first few years of my life growing up here, learning here.

Granted it is in a shitty part of town that hasn't gotten any better in recent years but now it is shambles, beyond repair, burned out, broken into, over grown and just trashed. I have been lucky or unlucky depending on your view of having a job that allows me to be outside and travel around the area so I have watched this place go from lived in and run down to vacant but okay to now just abandoned and forgotten except by me.

I remember the meticulous manor in which the yard was maintained, the trees and hedges were painstakingly manicured, all the things still vivid in my mind but drowned out by this disgrace that I am forced to look at.

It came up for tax auction a few years ago and continues to be on the list, if we ever get overtime back I will buy the place and demolish it just so it isn't an eyesore that I have so many fond memories of. A vacant lot is better than what it is now, I can throw wild flower seeds out there every spring or something...accumulated trash blowing in the wind caught in the weeds would be better than this.

Sometimes the past is better to remain in the past.