In Memoriam Domus
It's sad to see a thing of beauty destroyed, especially when it's the house where you grew up. Designed by my father, our custom home in the Covina Hills was a source of pride for our family for 32 years, and to me - an adopted child - it was my ultimate sanctuary, my best of all possible worlds
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I'm heading to Chicago in a few days for a quick visit. I was asked if I was going to stop by Mom's house to see if anything had been done to it yet. I said, "No. Too soon."
My aunt had a house in North Hollywood that she lived in for decades, raising my 8 cousins. I had heard that it had sold so I checked on Google Streetview. The place was gutted and undergoing renovations. It was sad to see.
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My brother has the house I essentially came to age in (1967-1980) and my mom and dad were in until the late aughts/early teens. He has done a lot of work to it, and is proud of his accomplishments, but the "You can never go back" phrase runs through my mind whenever I go over to see him.
On a brighter note, the summer lake house my grandfather built in New Hampshire in 1934, that my uncle sold in the late 60's, has recently been purchased by relatives of family friends from the era. That's a bit complicated. Anyway, I had put all my happy memories of Lake Winnipesaukee away after what my uncle did, and when I heard the news then the happy thoughts returned (I haven't seen the place but I'm happy to know it is with 'friends.'
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I just wanna wrap my wings around you for a while and lament this travesty together... -_-
By reading this entry, I sorta feel I am....
Thank you for the memories and posting the photos from how it had been... I'm saving some of these because it reminds me so much of those day's style I loved also....
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Your reminisces made me think to look into the house where I grew up, which is still there though mom and my stepdad don't live there any more.
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