Music 59: This old house…

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Three photos today!

These are photographs of the house where I grew up. Last week it was bulldozed over to make way for a new highway.

I remember in the early 1960s, Dad building the room to the right in the first and second pictures, and welding the wrought iron railings for the steps in the first and third pictures.

The first photo was 1965. The other two photos were taken recently. It’s all gone now, as things do…

28 thoughts on “Music 59: This old house…

        1. Bruce Goodman Post author

          The road is to become one of the major “escapes” out of the capital city, Wellington, which is earthquake prone and has only the one little road in and out! It’s a trap!

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  1. Cynthia Jobin

    Since I’ve returned to the old home town after an absence of fifty years, I try not to have to drive past the big house where I grew up (now turned into tenements for welfare recipients and in terrible ramshackle condition) and I try not to think of certain fraternal ironies, but here you have me remembering…….sad feelings with your sad music…..but there have been so many places since, and so many of them good.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      I am consoled by the fact that so many “greedy” people demand “emotional” monetary compensation for the loss of their family home in the way of the new highway – they actually don’t give a cow’s fart but just want the money – all my brothers and sisters met at the house before it went and then you “just get on with it”! Again – to tie in several themes – we are all tarred with the Wordsworthian Romantic view of the world and our past!

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      1. Susanne

        Hmm. Not to be contrary – oh what the hell, I think I shall be – not everyone has a Wordsworthian Romantic view of the world and our past. I stand aghast or a-gassed, or something. Knock down the hen-houses (metaphor anyone?), pave paradise, damn the consequences!

        Nice 60’s home, though.

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        1. Bruce Goodman Post author

          I was just thinking as I weeded the garden: “Where’s Susanne?” I was afraid your absence might create a nostalgic sentiment – “Break break break on thy cold grey stones, O sea” – Lord Tennyson!!!

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  2. thecontentedcrafter

    A house is only as good as the memories it holds…….. my aged aunts house was bulldozed in the late 60’s to make way for the Wellington motorway. The house was an ancient terrace at the top of Molesworth St and held delicious memories for me – I still think of it and can remember so many of its nooks and crannies, even though I can no longer pick the place where it would have been when I cruise along that super highway that makes travel so much more pleasant than it used to be.

    This is a fine piece of music to honour your old home Bruce.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Thank you! I think it’s true about the memories. The old farm house held memories, but since it was no longer ours, the memories belonged “back then”. So it’s not as if we could relive them even if the house still stood. This house in question was at the Peka Peka turnoff. I remember the road going in the Molesworth area.

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