In a moment of nostalgia I looked up my childhood home...the home my parents built with the help of a professional bricklayer in the '50's, all they while working full time jobs. This house was truly a labor of love & impossible dreams for post-war emigres. They hand winched every brick from the street below on what was a miserable piece of land with a million dollar view.
I have seen it added to, soar in value and now....gone! It leaves me with a pain in my gut, never realized what it meant to me, so far away, always in my memories. A sad day.
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