‘My Grandfather’s House is… Gone’ (2015)

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Why do we do this to ourselves–tear down the places of our lives, family places, and replace them with soul-less, lifeless, meaningless nail salons, trendy restaurants that won’t stay in business for six months, and condos that people will live in for just a year or two before they move on?

My Grandfather’s House Is… Gone

It’s bound to make money for somebody. I suppose.

Virtually all the places of my childhood are gone, wiped out, not even left as history. Places we loved in our first years of marriage, they’re gone, too.

I can’t imagine how this can possibly be good for us.

9 comments on “‘My Grandfather’s House is… Gone’ (2015)

  1. Change is inevitable, but the pace seems to have accelerated sharply in the last couple of decades. When I visit many of the places in my life, they are barely recognizable. In my hometown, two of the biggest icons of my childhood are gone, while another, a recognized landmark, is endangered.

    I take consolation in the fact that God reshaped the surface of this world by means of water. The most permanent structures imaginable would vanish in the face of a global flood. Only after the restitution of all things will we know true permanence.

  2. I grew up with orange groves all around our house (that’s why they called our county Orange County). I witnessed one grove after another disappear for tract homes. When we drove to San Diego it was orange groves, avocado groves, and farmlands all the way, except for Camp Pendleton. A large strawberry field was destroyed to build Disneyland. When all the groves were gone, I left Orange County and I have never looked back (they can have the smog, congestion, and over-priced real estate).

  3. I’ve watched that happen all my life (I’m 66), and actually my 4 millennial children are saying the same thing about many of their old places.

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