Tuesday, June 30, 2009

A Bitter Sweet Moment

This was the house my father bought in 1959, two years after we immigrated to Canada. His dream of owning a home had come true. He was so proud of the house that would provide comfort and shelter for his family. It was to become our family residence. See that little window to the left of the front door? That was my room.

The house sat on the corner of a quiet street. Very few of the other homes in the area had been completed. The side street was a little dirt path. But over time the city of Toronto grew up around it. The house now sits on the corner of a busy intersection. Huge trees line the street.

If walls could talk. This house saw a lot in the last 50 years. There were first days at school and graduations. Birthday parties and Christmases. There were weddings and wedding receptions. There were births of children and grandchildren. It saw separations and divorce. It saw illness and death. It saw good times and bad times. We laughed. We cried. We played. We dreamed. We left the little house to make our own futures. So many memories.

My father passed away 14 years ago. His widow lived in the house until she died last summer. Then we put the house up for sale. We removed pictures from the walls. We painted. We cleaned. We emptied it of its contents until it was just a shell. And today the final papers were signed. The house belongs to someone else now. It's a bitter sweet moment.


blushing rose said...

... and each time you see the home of love, you will smile with fond memories & joys shared within the walls. TTFN ~Marydon

Pat said...

Hold onto your memories. The house may belong to someone else, but the memories will be forever yours!

Barb said...

Trying to make me cry?

Nanette Merrill and daughters said...

Oh how I know how you feel! I love my childhood home. I even commissioned a painting of it. An old Victorian row home, sadly now in the broken down section of town. But it was lovely when we lived there. Oh so lovely. I miss it.

nicolette said...

It’s bittersweet but another family will now be making a wonderful journey while living in your happy childhood house! That must be comforting! They may even have a similar wonderful story to share in about 50 years!

Nobody can ever take away your lovely memories!

John said...

Changes like these remind us of the impermanence of all things.
Hopefully a new family will have all of the same fond memories of living in that house.

Anonymous said...

I think this house is just behind mine!!!! I will keep an eye on the new owners for you. Mary

Oiyi said...

Hugs! I understand how it feels.

David Das said...

Dear Hetty,

Yes, that house has a lot to tell.
Even I slept in the room you mentioned as yours.
Later it was Billy's.
In februar 1969 it was mine for one night.

With love,
Your Dutch uncle Henk