When I found out my mother’s parents house in a NSW country town was about to be demolished a lot of memories came flooding back for me. Childhood visits up from the city. My grandfather adored me. Being one of 6 kids, this was the only place I was made feel special.
As I lost my older sister at 15yrs old, and both my parents a few years ago, memory, childhood and family are important to me. And houses and home have always been important to me.
Yet my Aunt by marriage felt very differently about the place. She’d married, lived and brought up 4 children here in Yass. She said she couldn’t wait to knock the house down.
My Grandparents were always very vocal about how they disapproved of their son-in law. My dad. So it made me very sad that my aunt had suffered the same, living only a few blocks away and working at what was then my Grandfather’s pharmacy. Her husband of 50 years only passed away 10 months ago.
Everyone but one that lived in this house is now dead. So much turbulent history in this now empty shell. Now a symbol of memory and loss. About to be destroyed.
