I would be somewhat fearful of going back to see my childhood home. It's now in the middle of the hood in the south Oak Cliff area of Dallas.

LOL...Patriot...we were probably neighbors! Grew up about 2 blocks from Zumwalt on Corrigan.

Our family has owned a farm a little bit southwest of Athens for nearly 120 years. Great Grandfather purchased the land and built a tiny house. My grandparents ended up expanding it, if ya want to call it that. Great memories driving up the quarter mile driveway to the top of the hill where the house sat. Eventually grandparents passed, and my mom and dad moved down there until their health had us move them closer to us. When both of them passed my two younger sisters and I "donated" our portion of the land to my older brother and he and his wife moved out there. Still a lovely place out in the country. Great memories.

Not the home I lived in but when I was a home inspector I was inspecting a large, vacant, very old home in a nicer neighborhood of West Fort Worth. As I was going about my inspection a Cadilac pulled up in front and two elderly women got out along with a younger lady and approached me about looking around the inside of the house. As a course of business this would not be something I would allow but decided what would it hurt. Turns out the ladies were sisters and had grown up in the house. I walked with them through the house and listened to their stories about their childhood and late teen years growing up in the house. The home had an old fashion parlor room and each had a story about "courting" their boyfriends in the palor while their father looked on. Each said they eventually married one of the "boys". The youner lady was a Grandaughter of one of the women and told me the women were both in assisted living homes in other states and had traveled back to Fort Worth to visit their home one last time. They thanked me for allowing them to visit and each began to shed a few tears as they walked down the steps. I'd be lying if I didn't say I did the same thing. What a great 30 minute experience that was.

Not the home I lived in but when I was a home inspector I was inspecting a large, vacant, very old home in a nicer neighborhood of West Fort Worth. As I was going about my inspection a Cadilac pulled up in front and two elderly women got out along with a younger lady and approached me about looking around the inside of the house. As a course of business this would not be something I would allow but decided what would it hurt. Turns out the ladies were sisters and had grown up in the house. I walked with them through the house and listened to their stories about their childhood and late teen years growing up in the house. The home had an old fashion parlor room and each had a story about "courting" their boyfriends in the palor while their father looked on. Each said they eventually married one of the "boys". The youner lady was a Grandaughter of one of the women and told me the women were both in assisted living homes in other states and had traveled back to Fort Worth to visit their home one last time. They thanked me for allowing them to visit and each began to shed a few tears as they walked down the steps. I'd be lying if I didn't say I did the same thing. What a great 30 minute experience that was.

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