This past week a house two doors up the street was demolished. An old Arts and Crafts house, very similar to the one in the link (click on the title of this post). No explosives for this sweet, little house...it was practically dismantled a room, if not a piece at a time. Trees cleared away (always bothersome to me) and basement gone.
At one point during the week all that remained was the rear of the house, exposing the kitchen where the ruffled curtains still hung, waving in the spring breeze. I felt a great sadness. The man who had lived there passed away and the property was sold. The final act was the parade of trucks, rumbling down the street carrying away the cinder blocks, cobblestones, etc. and a lifetime of memories of the family that once lived there.
I'm sure when I see the new house being built my sad feelings about the old house will fade away. A new house, a new family and new memories created in a new home. It is of course the circle of life. Hopefully, they'll even plant a few new trees : ) Smoochies!