I just got back from a quick visit to my childhood home in Canada. It was a busy week full of all sorts of special events: meeting my nephew (and godson) for the first time, attending his christening in my grandmother’s church, meeting my sister-in-law’s family from Australia, spending time with my grandmother, parents, step-parents, siblings and good friends and attending my Grandmother’s 90th birthday party. It was a beautiful week.
I also had to say goodbye to my childhood home. My mother recently sold it and last week my last time staying there. It is a lovely old wooden house that I lived in from the time I was five until twenty years old. I’ll miss it’s nightly creaks, the “secret room”, the fifties bathroom tiles, the walk-in cold room in the basement, the etched glass doors to the living and dining room, the sunroom, the front porch and the tangled garden. It was a great place to grow up and a great place to take my children to visit. We’ll all have many fond memories of the house for many years to come.
I think this is a pretty perfect way to remember 2422 Harvard Street.
Jillian In Italy 
Thank you Jillian – a lovely tribute to our family home. Despite looking forward to new accommodations, I will miss the house but will always have the memories of all the good times we had there.