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[OT] end of an era
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Hash: SHA1 I made a bittersweet discovery this afternoon. I decided to drive through the neighborhood where my parents used to live, and discovered that their former house has been torn down. They lived in that house for 25 years, up until their deaths, about six months apart, in 2001. This was longer than either of them ever lived in any other house, or indeed in any other city, in their lives. I also lived in that house from 1976 up until I bought my current house in 1992, longer than I have ever lived in any other house. The demolition of the house wasn't a complete surprise. They were renters, not home-owners, for their entire stay in the house. Their original landlord was the Oman Construction Company, whose headquarters was behind the house. Oman later sold their property, including my parents' house, to Hospital Corporation of America, and HCA eventually traded the land to the Metro Nashville Board of Parks in exchange for other land. The former Oman office became Park Board headquarters. The Park Board had told my parents that they would likely be the last residents in the house, as the Park Board had gradually been phasing out various residential properties that they owned. After my father died, and my sister and I continued renting the house for several months while sorting out the estate, it stood vacant for three years. The neighborhood in question is near Vanderbilt University, about three miles from the central business district, and numerous houses in the neighborhood have been torn down and replaced by apartment buildings and townhouses in the last few years. I suspect that this is what will probably happen to the lot where my parents' house had been. This isn't the first time that I have found that a former house no longer exists. A house that I lived in for three years as a teenager no longer exists. I had stronger sentimental ties to this house, however, including the fact that my mother died in this house, and I will have both good and bad memories (mostly good) of this house for the rest of my life. -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: PGPfreeware 7.0.3 for non-commercial use http://www.pgp.com iQA/AwUBQUO0ODMYPge5L34aEQK+FgCfRGKSwtm1Xq2q7ZfEhvJ6Az HVtf4AoKC1 wf2an43EmxrBZ7ZOzBeIkaeX =q44M -----END PGP SIGNATURE----- -- John F. Eldredge -- PGP key available from http://pgp.mit.edu "Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better than not to think at all." -- Hypatia of Alexandria |
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wrote on 9/11/04 9:28 PM: -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- Hash: SHA1 I made a bittersweet discovery this afternoon. I decided to drive through the neighborhood where my parents used to live, and discovered that their former house has been torn down. They lived in that house for 25 years, up until their deaths, about six months apart, in 2001. This was longer than either of them ever lived in any other house, or indeed in any other city, in their lives. I also lived in that house from 1976 up until I bought my current house in 1992, longer than I have ever lived in any other house. The demolition of the house wasn't a complete surprise. They were renters, not home-owners, for their entire stay in the house. Their original landlord was the Oman Construction Company, whose headquarters was behind the house. Oman later sold their property, including my parents' house, to Hospital Corporation of America, and HCA eventually traded the land to the Metro Nashville Board of Parks in exchange for other land. The former Oman office became Park Board headquarters. The Park Board had told my parents that they would likely be the last residents in the house, as the Park Board had gradually been phasing out various residential properties that they owned. After my father died, and my sister and I continued renting the house for several months while sorting out the estate, it stood vacant for three years. The neighborhood in question is near Vanderbilt University, about three miles from the central business district, and numerous houses in the neighborhood have been torn down and replaced by apartment buildings and townhouses in the last few years. I suspect that this is what will probably happen to the lot where my parents' house had been. This isn't the first time that I have found that a former house no longer exists. A house that I lived in for three years as a teenager no longer exists. I had stronger sentimental ties to this house, however, including the fact that my mother died in this house, and I will have both good and bad memories (mostly good) of this house for the rest of my life. -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: PGPfreeware 7.0.3 for non-commercial use http://www.pgp.com iQA/AwUBQUO0ODMYPge5L34aEQK+FgCfRGKSwtm1Xq2q7ZfEhvJ6Az HVtf4AoKC1 wf2an43EmxrBZ7ZOzBeIkaeX =q44M -----END PGP SIGNATURE----- It's amazing how attached we can be to a place *even* with bad experiences. I sympathize. |
in article , John F. Eldredge at
wrote on 9/11/04 9:28 PM: -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- Hash: SHA1 I made a bittersweet discovery this afternoon. I decided to drive through the neighborhood where my parents used to live, and discovered that their former house has been torn down. They lived in that house for 25 years, up until their deaths, about six months apart, in 2001. This was longer than either of them ever lived in any other house, or indeed in any other city, in their lives. I also lived in that house from 1976 up until I bought my current house in 1992, longer than I have ever lived in any other house. The demolition of the house wasn't a complete surprise. They were renters, not home-owners, for their entire stay in the house. Their original landlord was the Oman Construction Company, whose headquarters was behind the house. Oman later sold their property, including my parents' house, to Hospital Corporation of America, and HCA eventually traded the land to the Metro Nashville Board of Parks in exchange for other land. The former Oman office became Park Board headquarters. The Park Board had told my parents that they would likely be the last residents in the house, as the Park Board had gradually been phasing out various residential properties that they owned. After my father died, and my sister and I continued renting the house for several months while sorting out the estate, it stood vacant for three years. The neighborhood in question is near Vanderbilt University, about three miles from the central business district, and numerous houses in the neighborhood have been torn down and replaced by apartment buildings and townhouses in the last few years. I suspect that this is what will probably happen to the lot where my parents' house had been. This isn't the first time that I have found that a former house no longer exists. A house that I lived in for three years as a teenager no longer exists. I had stronger sentimental ties to this house, however, including the fact that my mother died in this house, and I will have both good and bad memories (mostly good) of this house for the rest of my life. -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: PGPfreeware 7.0.3 for non-commercial use http://www.pgp.com iQA/AwUBQUO0ODMYPge5L34aEQK+FgCfRGKSwtm1Xq2q7ZfEhvJ6Az HVtf4AoKC1 wf2an43EmxrBZ7ZOzBeIkaeX =q44M -----END PGP SIGNATURE----- It's amazing how attached we can be to a place *even* with bad experiences. I sympathize. |
This isn't the first time that I have found that a former house no
longer exists. A house that I lived in for three years as a teenager no longer exists. I had stronger sentimental ties to this house, however, including the fact that my mother died in this house, and I will have both good and bad memories (mostly good) of this house for the rest of my life. I'm sorry, John.It is very sad to see the place where so many childhood memories were. The little house my parents built when they married, and we lived in from the time I was born till I left home was torn down too. I kept one of the light fixtures and put it in my house. Sherry |
This isn't the first time that I have found that a former house no
longer exists. A house that I lived in for three years as a teenager no longer exists. I had stronger sentimental ties to this house, however, including the fact that my mother died in this house, and I will have both good and bad memories (mostly good) of this house for the rest of my life. I'm sorry, John.It is very sad to see the place where so many childhood memories were. The little house my parents built when they married, and we lived in from the time I was born till I left home was torn down too. I kept one of the light fixtures and put it in my house. Sherry |
This isn't the first time that I have found that a former house no
longer exists. A house that I lived in for three years as a teenager no longer exists. I had stronger sentimental ties to this house, however, including the fact that my mother died in this house, and I will have both good and bad memories (mostly good) of this house for the rest of my life. I'm sorry, John.It is very sad to see the place where so many childhood memories were. The little house my parents built when they married, and we lived in from the time I was born till I left home was torn down too. I kept one of the light fixtures and put it in my house. Sherry |
"John F. Eldredge" wrote in message
... -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- Hash: SHA1 I made a bittersweet discovery this afternoon. I decided to drive through the neighborhood where my parents used to live, and discovered that their former house has been torn down. They lived in that house for 25 years, up until their deaths, about six months apart, in 2001. This was longer than either of them ever lived in any other house, or indeed in any other city, in their lives. I also lived in that house from 1976 up until I bought my current house in 1992, longer than I have ever lived in any other house. The demolition of the house wasn't a complete surprise. They were renters, not home-owners, for their entire stay in the house. Their original landlord was the Oman Construction Company, whose headquarters was behind the house. Oman later sold their property, including my parents' house, to Hospital Corporation of America, and HCA eventually traded the land to the Metro Nashville Board of Parks in exchange for other land. The former Oman office became Park Board headquarters. The Park Board had told my parents that they would likely be the last residents in the house, as the Park Board had gradually been phasing out various residential properties that they owned. After my father died, and my sister and I continued renting the house for several months while sorting out the estate, it stood vacant for three years. The neighborhood in question is near Vanderbilt University, about three miles from the central business district, and numerous houses in the neighborhood have been torn down and replaced by apartment buildings and townhouses in the last few years. I suspect that this is what will probably happen to the lot where my parents' house had been. This isn't the first time that I have found that a former house no longer exists. A house that I lived in for three years as a teenager no longer exists. I had stronger sentimental ties to this house, however, including the fact that my mother died in this house, and I will have both good and bad memories (mostly good) of this house for the rest of my life. -- John F. Eldredge -- PGP key available from http://pgp.mit.edu "Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better than not to think at all." -- Hypatia of Alexandria I can see how that would be very painful. I had an experience that wasn't exactly similar, but there is a connection. Before I was two years old, we moved into a house in East Los Angeles. I lived there until I got married, a few months before my 21st birthday. My parents moved a few years later, but, as you can imagine, I had a lot of memories invested in that house. A few years ago, I went by the house when I was in the area. The side of the house and the garage face onto an alley. That entire side of the building was covered with graffiti, and there were old junkers in the large front yard. I wished I hadn't driven by. :-( Joy |
"John F. Eldredge" wrote in message
... -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- Hash: SHA1 I made a bittersweet discovery this afternoon. I decided to drive through the neighborhood where my parents used to live, and discovered that their former house has been torn down. They lived in that house for 25 years, up until their deaths, about six months apart, in 2001. This was longer than either of them ever lived in any other house, or indeed in any other city, in their lives. I also lived in that house from 1976 up until I bought my current house in 1992, longer than I have ever lived in any other house. The demolition of the house wasn't a complete surprise. They were renters, not home-owners, for their entire stay in the house. Their original landlord was the Oman Construction Company, whose headquarters was behind the house. Oman later sold their property, including my parents' house, to Hospital Corporation of America, and HCA eventually traded the land to the Metro Nashville Board of Parks in exchange for other land. The former Oman office became Park Board headquarters. The Park Board had told my parents that they would likely be the last residents in the house, as the Park Board had gradually been phasing out various residential properties that they owned. After my father died, and my sister and I continued renting the house for several months while sorting out the estate, it stood vacant for three years. The neighborhood in question is near Vanderbilt University, about three miles from the central business district, and numerous houses in the neighborhood have been torn down and replaced by apartment buildings and townhouses in the last few years. I suspect that this is what will probably happen to the lot where my parents' house had been. This isn't the first time that I have found that a former house no longer exists. A house that I lived in for three years as a teenager no longer exists. I had stronger sentimental ties to this house, however, including the fact that my mother died in this house, and I will have both good and bad memories (mostly good) of this house for the rest of my life. -- John F. Eldredge -- PGP key available from http://pgp.mit.edu "Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better than not to think at all." -- Hypatia of Alexandria I can see how that would be very painful. I had an experience that wasn't exactly similar, but there is a connection. Before I was two years old, we moved into a house in East Los Angeles. I lived there until I got married, a few months before my 21st birthday. My parents moved a few years later, but, as you can imagine, I had a lot of memories invested in that house. A few years ago, I went by the house when I was in the area. The side of the house and the garage face onto an alley. That entire side of the building was covered with graffiti, and there were old junkers in the large front yard. I wished I hadn't driven by. :-( Joy |
"John F. Eldredge" wrote in message
... -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- Hash: SHA1 I made a bittersweet discovery this afternoon. I decided to drive through the neighborhood where my parents used to live, and discovered that their former house has been torn down. They lived in that house for 25 years, up until their deaths, about six months apart, in 2001. This was longer than either of them ever lived in any other house, or indeed in any other city, in their lives. I also lived in that house from 1976 up until I bought my current house in 1992, longer than I have ever lived in any other house. The demolition of the house wasn't a complete surprise. They were renters, not home-owners, for their entire stay in the house. Their original landlord was the Oman Construction Company, whose headquarters was behind the house. Oman later sold their property, including my parents' house, to Hospital Corporation of America, and HCA eventually traded the land to the Metro Nashville Board of Parks in exchange for other land. The former Oman office became Park Board headquarters. The Park Board had told my parents that they would likely be the last residents in the house, as the Park Board had gradually been phasing out various residential properties that they owned. After my father died, and my sister and I continued renting the house for several months while sorting out the estate, it stood vacant for three years. The neighborhood in question is near Vanderbilt University, about three miles from the central business district, and numerous houses in the neighborhood have been torn down and replaced by apartment buildings and townhouses in the last few years. I suspect that this is what will probably happen to the lot where my parents' house had been. This isn't the first time that I have found that a former house no longer exists. A house that I lived in for three years as a teenager no longer exists. I had stronger sentimental ties to this house, however, including the fact that my mother died in this house, and I will have both good and bad memories (mostly good) of this house for the rest of my life. -- John F. Eldredge -- PGP key available from http://pgp.mit.edu "Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better than not to think at all." -- Hypatia of Alexandria I can see how that would be very painful. I had an experience that wasn't exactly similar, but there is a connection. Before I was two years old, we moved into a house in East Los Angeles. I lived there until I got married, a few months before my 21st birthday. My parents moved a few years later, but, as you can imagine, I had a lot of memories invested in that house. A few years ago, I went by the house when I was in the area. The side of the house and the garage face onto an alley. That entire side of the building was covered with graffiti, and there were old junkers in the large front yard. I wished I hadn't driven by. :-( Joy |
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