This was my childhood house. Ted and I were out running errands on Thursday and took a short cut past what used to be my old house. It was torn down! My grandfather, mother's father, built this for my parents in the early 50's and we lived many happy years there in what was then, quite an unique house. Sure, it could have been updated, renovated with new bathrooms and kitchen, but to tear it down? I am heartsick over this! My father almost fainted when I handed him a copy of the listing on Friday. He said there was no way he'd let my mother see what has happened. They live just 4 blocks away now, and they would often take Wimbleton Road to Humbertown Shopping Centre down the way.
My grandfather planted every shrub himself. Dear old Mr. Del Brocco was our gardener and he was there every day clipping, weeding, fussing over all of it.
I contacted my local agent and she sent me the listing that I posted in the Happy Saturday thread, but the photos, for some reason didn't copy, so here they are. I wanted to share this with you kids. (The furnishings are those of the former owner, the couple that bought the house from my parents years ago.)
Ted explained that nowadays, it IS more economical to tear down rather than renovate. All the custom windows in my old house would have cost a fortune to update alone. But all that hand done plaster work, the custom wrought iron, all of it, gone forever. Thank goodness my parents have an oil painting of the house in their hallway. It will be all that is left for them now. 9 photos from the real estate listing
Oh, KaeEll, I just grieve for you! What a beautiful house. I'm just so sad for you...
I love the stairway, the curving windows in front, the shrubs, and the garden with the fountain. I would have spent a lot of time there. I always loved the little tucked-away places in gardens, and still do.
I'm so sorry.
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Those pictures are exactly as I remembered the place, right down to the paint colours! Mrs. Wilkinson (who bought from my parents) never did a thing to the house, even left the old 50's style carpet on the stairs, lol. And that wet bar - lordie, why she didn't take that thing out! Those were the days of cocktail parties, satin Dior dressed and cigarette holders with rhinestones in them. Oh, and cocktail hats! My mother had dozens of those feathery things. My parents had lots of parties down there and they would all filter upstairs to a buffet late in the night. By morning, Tilly, the housekeeper, would have had the whole mess cleaned up, not a shred of evidence of the revelries the night before. What a huge difference to life today!
There were lots of little secret places I loved to hide in too, especially in the front of the house with all those shrubs. I loved reading on the back patio best. Robert Service was a favourite poet of mine back then and I memorized a few of his funnier pieces on that patio.
Tomorrow I'll grab my camera and take a snap of the rubble at 73 Wimbleton Road, just for the heck of it. By summer's end we can see what monstrosity they've put up there.