Permanent addresses of the past.
We have hardwood floors, and I spent time today mopping gobs of dust and spiders off the floor underneath our bed. I found many wondrous things, not the least of which is an old copy of Mere Christianity. My dad’s name, complete with the address we last lived at in 1987 and a phone number of similar vintage, are listed on the flyleaf.
Anyone else get weirdly nostalgic when reciting the address and phone number of your youngest childhood? That ever-so-important information which you had to have ready for your kindergarten teacher so that you could also deliver it faithfully to the police should your six-year-old self ever be found wandering lost after a night of revelry. 8722 Cavel Street still has a nice, comforting ring to it.
September 15th, 2009 at 11:30 am
208 West Rosecrans (Compton)
September 21st, 2009 at 5:03 pm
Now did Dad typically right all his personal info inside each of his books, or is this one special? Hmmm.
I actually told Stacie last night, if I had zillions of dollars, I would buy up the old houses that mean something to me so I could show them to my kids and grandkids one day and be like “I used to live here!”