On our trip to NY this past weekend we made a stop at my grandfather's house. It has been sold and it was time to clean some stuff out of his garage. Unfortunately most of the stuff in the house had been ruined last year to a flood from a busted pipe. I walked around and took pictures of the yard that my brother and I played in when we were kids.
To the left of the garbage barrel was a pool that was 18' around. My grandparents put it in when we were little so we could play. After my grandmother died in 1988 my grandfather took it down.
The house itself is tiny. Maybe 700 square feet? I still can't believe they raised two children in that house. As small as it seemed when I was little - it seems that much smaller now that I'm an adult. It was surreal to walk around the rooms (that by the way, have totally changed since they had to do the major renovation from the flood) that I grew up in and played during the summer. I could still see my grandmother cooking in the kitchen, my grandpa working in his garage and I could hear my brother chasing me in the yard.
The one big tree is so overgrown. The new owners will probably have to take it down. I can't imagine what damage the roots have done.
Those were my grandfather's gardens. He would plant tons of basil and tomatoes and lettuce. It's so sad to see them overgrown. He hadn't lived there for about 4 years prior to his passing so it was all pretty much neglected.
As sad as it is to see the house go it will be nice to see a new growing family living there. That's what makes a house a home.