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The house on the left was my maternal grandparents'; the one on the right was my great-grandparents' (and where my grandmother grew up). It was always referred to as "over home"—as in "Where are you going?" Oh, I'm just going over home." [To see more ABC posts, go here.] |
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
ABC Wednesday—O is for "over home"
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ReplyDeleteNice story. It’s good to have memories with a physically persistent quality. My earliest neighborhood had houses of that style, and thus about the same age, with the tongue-and-groove wood siding and faux Greek columns. There were natural gas petcocks throughout our house for the no-longer-connected gas supply for lamps and stoves, so the house predated widespread use of electricity. But fifty years ago the neighborhood went the way of most of L.A.
DeleteJust think, if they survive three more years those El Maveh New houses of your ancestors will be a century old.
Speaking of “over” I like how at your great-grandparents' house one can look “over” the backyard from the top of the nifty wooden staircase on the outside of the back of the house. Not to mention that bit of garage at the alley. (So why doesn’t the parents’ house have a garage?).
DeleteHow do I know this? It is supposed to be top secret and it is still in beta, but I have a version of XMac. Double clicking on the house gives me an X-ray of the house going all the way through to the other side. (Just joking).
The house on the right looks like a lot of the housing stock in Schenectady, NY
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Lovely houses and a sweet story.
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