I'm not sure everyone has an attachment to the house that they grew up in, but as evident by this post, I do. Al, Iris, Mom Milne and I went to lunch at the Spring Street Deli while we were back in Saratoga and thought to stop by and see our old Regent Street house a few blocks away - we like to slowly drive by and lament how they cut down "our" cherry trees, tore out "our" arborvitae hedge and built a deck over "our" soccer field in the back yard. As we approached my heart dropped, my mouth dry and pasty, breathing became difficut - our house had been through a fire...
As far as I could tell, Iris wasn't upset...
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WOW...how sad, although one thought that popped into my mind soon after I saw the photos is that, even after the fire, it still looks better than when Mom and Dad bought it. Too bad. Did it look like people were still living in it?
Actually it looked as if only the living room and porch were damaged. No sign of the fire beyond that. The yard did have a camper in it...don't know if someone was in the house though.
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