tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821291142119018876.post5423788114928313540..comments2023-04-21T22:55:54.213-05:00Comments on Kranky Granny: Google Maps and Childhood homesKranky Grannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395118246357066241noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821291142119018876.post-53859014704145472042016-03-14T17:24:51.966-05:002016-03-14T17:24:51.966-05:00My youngest son is a deputy sheriff!! So let's...My youngest son is a deputy sheriff!! So let's hear it for all deputies everywhere today!! Hip hip horray! I went back to my hometown a few years ago with my cousin and my sister. The housing complex we grew up in is almost totally gone. We stood in front of my grandma's home (which was a mansion when I was a small girl) and found it to be a rather ordinary, tiny house!! Funny how those things shrunk as I grew older. I am so happy you got to make a visit inside your childhood home. And that you found some good memories there to go along with the not-so good ones!Paulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17406717262345866373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821291142119018876.post-4341305325191210552016-03-13T20:31:12.666-05:002016-03-13T20:31:12.666-05:00What an emotion-packed telling! I'm so thankf...What an emotion-packed telling! I'm so thankful the new(ish) owners were amicable to your visit.<br />The closest I've come to visiting my own childhood home is Realtor.com. Actually, it wasn't my exact residence; rather an identical unit along a street filled with government-built 'quads.' Nevertheless, I saved photos of each of the rooms. Silly, huh?<br /><br />PS - Yay for hubby's cautionary instincts. I wish mine were more finely tuned.Mevely317https://www.blogger.com/profile/14786988262452989091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6821291142119018876.post-58054218819943627122016-03-13T20:28:40.465-05:002016-03-13T20:28:40.465-05:00We moved away from the house I grew up in in 1970....We moved away from the house I grew up in in 1970. We just lived in the next town, but rarely went back to the old neighborhood. Now I live three hours away. About eight years ago three friends and I went to each of our childhood homes on different days. I realized the friends I've made in adulthood had never seen the place where I grew up. We had a wonderful time on all four visits and I found my memories were good. Buttercuphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03804094230127512943noreply@blogger.com