A couple years ago I started a thread about visiting my childhood home, and reminiscing about the past. When I wrote that thread my mother owned it and still lived in it. She died last year, and now my brother owns it.
As I mentioned in that thread… when I go over there, a flood of (mostly good) memories comes rushing back. It’s on two acres of land, and I love seeing the creek I once played in, and the basement that my father fixed up. Sadly, though, the home is in poor shape, and my brother is not doing anything about it.
From about 1977 through 1984 my father had a boat on Lake Erie, and he would go up there on the weekends in the summer. I often accompanied him. I made many friends at the marina, and have fond memories of boating, goofing around, etc. I think the last time I visited was around 1985. I plan on visiting the marina soon (it’s about a 3.5 hour drive from my house), just to walk around and reminisce.