This is a photo of the last wall standing of my childhood home that demolished today. It was a big two story, four bedroom house that my parents purchased for us back in the 70's. It was destroyed by fire December 13, 2008.
I knew it would be coming down soon. Dad had made all the arrangements. A local guy did it that Mom and Dad have known all their lives. I was a little rushed though when Mom called with a shaky voice this morning. "The house is coming down right now."
Dad is out on the road, so I rushed around and headed over. It's a 45 minute drive for me. I didn't want her to be there alone. I made it there in time to get some pictures. I think I took over a hundred. It felt very surreal.
Mom was naturally sad. She was so proud of the house. This past summer she and Dad had done a lot of landscaping and had the greenest yard. They had new white sidewalks put in. It was their summer project and they really liked how it turned out.
I was so amazed at how charred everything was. The house never collapsed after the fire. The firemen said it was built like a tank. I had been in the house since the fire to help retrieve things...what few things there were. I was so amazed at how many things were unidentifiable as it was torn down today.
Without a doubt, Mom and Dad were the most priceless gift saved from the fire.
This last wall was the front entrance to the house. A good portion of that mess was the living room.
The whole thing is down now. There's just more clean up to do and the contractor will do that.
Life goes on.
Mom and Dad have placed an offer on another home that is nearly new. Plan B will be to rebuild in this spot if it they don't get the other house.
CW




