Last year the people across the road knocked their house down. It was an old fibro house that had apparently gone so far past fixable that the only choice was to knock it down and start again. Mrs A had lived her whole life in that old fibro house. Her whole life! she came home from being born to that exact house in this exact street. When she married, her husband moved in and they cared for her mother and then about 4 years ago her mother died, her mother had lived in that house her whole married life, that's a lot of one families history wrapped in one house.
So when the whole street stood across square and watched as 2 bulldozers pummelled the house to the ground it was incredibly emotional.
Today over a year later, after a million delays, the trucks containing prefab walls and windows and cars full of men came, and started building. I have just come home and there it is the skeleton of a new house, walls, roof, windows sitting there in the place that Mrs A home used to sit.
We live in an old house, with holes in the floors and roof and a bathroom with no drain an outside toilet :) and a million other niggly horrid parts. I wonder if we knocked this house down and we built another house in the same spot would it feel like home? ........ or would I sit feeling like I was sitting on the grave of this house?
Mrs A is now walking around her new house seeing the rooms that she has been looking at on the plans for over a year in the flesh and I wonder, how long till this new and improved house will be her home? will it ever, really be?or will she to feel like she is sitting on the grave of the home she grew up in?
So when the whole street stood across square and watched as 2 bulldozers pummelled the house to the ground it was incredibly emotional.
Today over a year later, after a million delays, the trucks containing prefab walls and windows and cars full of men came, and started building. I have just come home and there it is the skeleton of a new house, walls, roof, windows sitting there in the place that Mrs A home used to sit.
We live in an old house, with holes in the floors and roof and a bathroom with no drain an outside toilet :) and a million other niggly horrid parts. I wonder if we knocked this house down and we built another house in the same spot would it feel like home? ........ or would I sit feeling like I was sitting on the grave of this house?
Mrs A is now walking around her new house seeing the rooms that she has been looking at on the plans for over a year in the flesh and I wonder, how long till this new and improved house will be her home? will it ever, really be?or will she to feel like she is sitting on the grave of the home she grew up in?
Anyway talking about growing up, how cute is my very grown up little wizard !!!!
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