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Originally Posted by Hitch
Sorry, I misunderstood what you said in your post, I thought you said you were the last person still alive in your immediate family.
Yes, my family home has been sold off and the subsequent buyers didn't think that they wanted/needed all the acreage, so they sold off tracts of land which are now subdivided, changing the entire area from a lovely country home to just another old house, nearly sandwiched between tawdry new McMansions.
All our memories get trashed. That's why the ones we get to share and laugh about, with our surviving family members, while we have them, are precious--for as I said, when that last living person is gone, the only other one that remembers those days--it really is like somebody shutting down the Stargate to another world. This is one of those things that you don't really understand or feel acutely until you really are the Last Man Standing.
Hitch
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Thanks everyone. This is so true about not being able to share about things that happened when we were young or ask them about something I don't remember as well. My other brothers (gone in 2005 and 2016) had good memories for those things and Stan did to a certain extent. Stan was up in New Jersey in 2018 and we rode around our old neighborhood pointing out various houses that had belonged to friends' families in Long Branch. I live in NYC and he was in Dahlonega, GA (he was first semi-retired there and then retired).