As I was working around the house on Saturday, the doorbell rang. Turns out it was a lovely woman (and her very embarrassed husband), who lived in my house in the 60's!! The husband couldn't believe his wife just rang the doorbell of a stranger.
I got a good feeling from them (you know, that one that says it is ok....), and invited them in. Now, my house wasn't dirty, but it was still a work in progress....so I was rather proud of myself that I put those feelings of "OMG, my house isn't perfect" aside to let them in.
It was a trip! She was telling me what everything looked like then, where things were (like their TV was in the opposite corner from ours), where the Christmas tree went. We were standing in the kitchen, and she said "there is a bathroom over there." Yep. Well, it was a pantry when she lived there! (We suspected that.) She remembered when her parents made it into a bathroom.
She used to play "house" on the front porch. And "dolly-ies" in the attic.
Her old bedroom is now Sassy's (and there was a big walk in closet back then, which got sacrificed to make the bathroom bigger). Bossy's room was her parents (and when I told her about the laminate floor we found when we changed the carpet a few weeks ago, she told me her parents put that down!). My bedroom was the "junk" room.
There were trees that are now gone. But found out that some of the plants (like our forsythia bushes) were there back then! Apparently so were the Mountain Laurel and the Dogwood Trees. Go figure!
She told me about the neighbors back then, and riding bikes around the neighborhood. There was a school next to the post office, which has since been torn down. A group home around the corner (it is a large house), was a Convent for the neighborhood church. And there was a hill across the way that they used to go sledding on in the winter.
All the neighbors were friends, and the kids used to just wander from house to house. Sounds like the 60's to me.
It was neat taking a walk down memory lane through her eyes.