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Originally Posted by 2020BRZtS
TIL to really appreciate my neighborhood...
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I felt like John Cusak in Grosse Pointe Blank. Everywhere I turned there was a new strip mall although in his case his house was a mini-mart.
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My old Neighborhood is gone. The farms, the yards, the wide open spaces all paved over for malls or turned into huge sub-divisions.
The first photo is the home I grew up in taken the fall of 1980. My father passed away just as he and a young stone mason were putting the final touches on the front of the house. The little white house was my parents first home designed to be converted into a two car garage/workshop. However, after the family moved into the big house in the late fourties the rental income came in handy. My mother lived there until 1985 when the whole east end of the block (seven properties) were sold.
The second photo was taken in 2009. The one gate post and entrance/exit are about where our driveway was. Our home was in the middle of that parking lot and the rear of my father's seven car garage would have been just at he front of the Swiss Chalet restaurant.
I'm going home for a High School reunion the last Saturday of this month. Yes they hold it in that very Swiss Chalet restaurant.