Well, they finally sold my aunt's house. My aunt and uncle lived in this house forever it seems. I can remember always going there to visit them. We would all go bicycle riding together, and we always had to make a stop there to say hi to them. It was down the street from my High School, so I would always wave at them on my way home from school too.
When we were little, we would play hide and go seek in their backyard. Now, their backyard wasn't the biggest backyard I've ever been in, but when you're a little kid, it just seemed HUGE! And there wasn't a whole lot of places to hide back there either, but we'd always find a place to hide. It cracks me up to think that really, there must have been only a few good hiding places back there, and we all knew where they were. LOL
And I remember my uncle's garage being a treasure trove of goodies. the walls of the garage were lined with jars of stuff. Marbles, screws, bolts, coins, just lots of great junk that kids always loved. I mean he had tons of wire stashed in jars, and just real fun stuff. I always wondered if it was because they were in the camps during WWII and they didn't have a lot of stuff, so when they had their own place, did they just collect things "just in case?"
I was really sad to find out that my dad didn't inherit the house like my uncle had promised. I was hoping that it would stay in the family for a little while longer. To me, it was more than just a piece of property to sell, it was a place of really great old memories.
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