Well this is just sad. I was in Albany for the past 4 days and while we were down there, I thought I would drive the girls by the house that I grew up in!! How fun, we could take pictures in my old back field and I could show them where mom played as a kid. I used to love staying out until dark, running around in the field, playing in the filbert grove, climbing the big willow tree, riding my bike up and down the driveway, playing HORSE and shooting hoops.
So we drive up and to my surprise the place was in shambles. I knew it had been sold to a developer years back, but sheesh...when we pulled up I couldn't believe it!! The place was almost drowning in weeds, blackberry bushes and sky-high grass. No need to go to the back field for pictures, we could just stand in the front yard!! I have never even seen the yard look like this!! It was always nicely mowed and green!! In fact, everyone wanted to mow the lawn when we were young because it meant getting to drive the riding lawn mower. As I got older and became a teenager, I didn't mow the lawn, but I remember trying to sleep in on Saturdays and hearing it roar by my window as my dad mowed! Seeing the house like this was so dis-heartening. My dad would probably roll over in his grave if he saw it like this!!
My brothers and I loved climbing our Willow Tree. It had a tire swing and my dad nailed 2x4's that you could use to step on up the trunk and bigger branches to make it easier to climb. You could build forts up in the branches and then swing from the switches to get down if you were on the lower areas.
So after the initial shock, we get out of the car and decide to take a look around. We used to have a deck, greenhouse and a small pond in the backyard. As you can see it is now very overgrown and full of weeds.
Once in the back, I had to tell the kids to be extremely careful. The back door was wide open and there was glass everywhere. People, probably teenagers had vandalized the house. They had broke out most of the windows and trashed the inside. There was sticky red stuff dripping from the walls and all over the floor. I am assuming it was kool-aid or pop, hopefully not blood, although it looked like a murder scene! There was a baseball bat on the ground...obviously used to put all the holes in the walls. There were remnants of fireworks blown off in 3 of the rooms. Boxes of papers strewn about...basically every room was trashed. We all tip-toed around...and then Emma just blurts out.."Nice house, MOM, " in the most disgusted teenager-ish tone while Lauren looked around and then asked while almost about to burst out into tears, "Mom, you had to live here when you were little?" LOL. I had to explain to them that it looked nothing like this when I grew up. We had furniture, nothing was broken, everything was maintained..we even had different carpet.
Even the mailbox looked old!! I remember having to get the mail when I was a kid and thinking it was such a trek down the driveway. Pffft...looks totally short now!!
So in the end, we took a few field shots (in the front yard, LOL)..not the best...it was in the blaring sun, the girls were sweating as it was 97 degrees out. They were not willing to participate and all they wanted to do was get to the Country Club and swim. They had no interest in "The Little Blue House on Gibson Hill" where mom grew up!!
