Not My Demo
This isn't my demolition project, for once, but it's pretty cool nonetheless.
My parents have been at their address for 35 years, and they lived right next to a round house. Growing up there was an older couple who lived there, Mr. and Mrs. (Paul and Eleanor) Phillips, and we were in and out of their house for any number of reasons. The one thing that stands out to me was the blue plastic cookie jar with a white lid that they kept full of candy for us. It was on a counter and I would eye that jar until they offered a piece.
I remember visiting in the winter and Mr. Phillips would be sitting a recliner in the back of the house. The chair was in the corner to the right of the fireplace. The tv was across from him along a short wall. There was a couch along the right hand wall with a couple crocheted blankets folded over the top.
It was a real treat when one of them had to take you to another room in the house because it was laid out in a circle with the kitchen and a loft right in the center. Nobody else had a house like that.
Well, Mr. Phillips passed away in 1993 from lung cancer, and Mrs. Phillips lived there alone until a couple years ago when her health deteriorated and she ended up in a nursing home. She passed away in 2012. The house had been empty and up for sale.
As the months passed my parents became increasingly more concerned as the house fell into disrepair, more or less, and they wondered what sort of neighbors would end up right next door. Somehow or other, they were able to talk my brother into buying the property and tearing down the house. He closed on the house in March and as of this morning it is no more.
So, my parents live to the right of my brother's property, and my grandfather lives to the left. It's like their own little compound.
My parents have been at their address for 35 years, and they lived right next to a round house. Growing up there was an older couple who lived there, Mr. and Mrs. (Paul and Eleanor) Phillips, and we were in and out of their house for any number of reasons. The one thing that stands out to me was the blue plastic cookie jar with a white lid that they kept full of candy for us. It was on a counter and I would eye that jar until they offered a piece.
I remember visiting in the winter and Mr. Phillips would be sitting a recliner in the back of the house. The chair was in the corner to the right of the fireplace. The tv was across from him along a short wall. There was a couch along the right hand wall with a couple crocheted blankets folded over the top.
It was a real treat when one of them had to take you to another room in the house because it was laid out in a circle with the kitchen and a loft right in the center. Nobody else had a house like that.
Well, Mr. Phillips passed away in 1993 from lung cancer, and Mrs. Phillips lived there alone until a couple years ago when her health deteriorated and she ended up in a nursing home. She passed away in 2012. The house had been empty and up for sale.As the months passed my parents became increasingly more concerned as the house fell into disrepair, more or less, and they wondered what sort of neighbors would end up right next door. Somehow or other, they were able to talk my brother into buying the property and tearing down the house. He closed on the house in March and as of this morning it is no more.
So, my parents live to the right of my brother's property, and my grandfather lives to the left. It's like their own little compound.
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