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Under Construction – Part 1

I currently live in a “Hard Hat Area.”

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Seriously, this sign is less than 100 feet from my front door.

For the past two months what seems like eternity, the house that once stood here has been demolished and I have seen more construction destruction equipment come down our quiet street than I have in my entire life.

It started with what I thought was a roof replacement at 6 a.m. one morning this summer. By the afternoon, Tweedle Ian comes into the kitchen, “Uh, mom? They aren’t fixing that roof. They are tearing it off.”

Sure enough…the roof was not replaced and wall by wall, brick by brick….the house came down.

The only thing that remains today is the chimney…and partial walls facing in all four directions.

My house is on the main path of walkers and bikers and I see a lot of people go by in the course of the day. Grandmothers walk their children down to watch the bulldozers and diggers and other big machines I do not know their names of. (Tweedle Ian was never into machines and trucks like many toddlers.)

Several have asked, “What is going on? What are they doing?”

Until last Saturday, my reply was, “Tearing down a house???? I’m not sure.”

All I knew was it was dusty and dirty (To the point I dislike having my windows open.)

It was loud. (6 a.m to 6 p.m. loud – beeping, grinding, digging, pounding, men yelling)

It was inconvenient. (Many times semi-trucks and dumpsters were blocking the intersection and I’d have to back up and go around the block to get home.)

It was an eyesore. (From the plastic orange safety fence to the port-a-potty to the piles of dirt 20 feet high.)

It was invading my space. (Workers’ trucks parked on my curb, blocking my view out the kitchen window as I did the dishes.)

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Behind that pile of dirt, you can see the remains of the chimney and the walls.

I feel bad for the people who lived directly across the street from this lot. They moved in this past spring with likely no idea this was going to happen.

Fast forward to last Saturday. I stopped at the Chicken BBQ at the park. The BBQ was sponsored by the nursing home near my house. The demolished house is on the nursing home property.

I have a few ties to this nursing home….First of all, a good friend of my dad’s is the recreation direction at the nursing home. She is awesome at her job and recently won “Rec Director of the Year.”

Secondly, one of the owners used to substitute teach at our building and she and I shared a room for a month or so when she did a long-term subbing position. She doesn’t sub anymore, but she works long hours and drives by every day waving at me and the kids when we are outside playing.

Lastly and most importantly, before I bought this house four years ago, my grandma stayed here on different occasions and lived here for the last few weeks of her life. I had driven by my house many times with no idea that our front yards would someday be so close.

Now I drive home every day and turn right to go to my house, instead of left to visit her.

I taught Ian to ride his bike in the parking lot in front of the nursing home. Cute. little, old people sat on the patio smiling and watching him, but not her.

It’s weird to think I am right here where she was.

The day she passed away I wrote a poem, which was later read at her funeral by my oldest cousin.

While I’m not up for sharing the whole thing….I will leave you with the last stanza….and finish this post tomorrow…..

I’m from a day that came much later that we ever dreamed, but still too soon.

I’m from the early hours of a September morning, dark and quiet,

the sun had not come up yet.

It was the beginning of a bright and beautiful day –

a symbol of the warmth that was felt when Grandma met up with Grandpa again

And he helped pin on her wings.

Grandma and Grandpa, who they called “Dee.” I have to believe it is not some weird coincidence that Tweedle Dee shares the nickname. (Sounds like a great blog post for the future.)

To be continued….

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3 responses

  1. How frustrating to have all that noise around you! What a cool history for your home with your grandmother, though.

    1. It is annoying for sure…but tomorrow’s post will make it a little more ok.

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