You know you're getting old when you take someone around to show them where you used to live, where your grandparents lived, etc., and some of the buildings don't exist anymore. Yes, it's a sad fact that I am that old.
Of course, I have no memory of the first place I ever lived because we left it when I was less than a year old. I always say I don't remember it, because who can remember things that happened at that age? But I do have some odd memories bouncing around in my head that are mental pictures of a baby in a diaper and plastic pants crawling around on a plain board floor - unstained and kind of rough on little knees - and my father picking me up and holding me high in the air on one of his huge hands.
The second place, I do remember because we lived there when my sister was born in 1947. It was a 4-apartment brick building - just a tall rectangle, which was torn down many years ago. That was where we lived when I decided to go find someone to play with. I have no idea what my mother was doing when I left - I heard kids and went in the general direction of the voices. They found me across the railroad tracks, nearly a mile away. Not bad for a 2-year-old! I got up to a lot of other crap I shouldn't have, but I'm too lazy to write them all down.
Next, we lived at "the farm." We were upstairs and Grandpa & Grandma and my two youngest aunts lived downstairs. We had a half-bath that was built in the corner of the bedroom I shared with my sister. To take an actual bath, we had to go downstairs to G & G's bathroom, which had a shower and a tub both. Mom never wanted to be in the way, so my sister and I got our baths in the kitchen sink for quite a few years. I can remember sitting on the drainboard after I was too big to fit in the sink. She also washed our hair by laying us out on the ironing board with our heads over the sink. She put a towel under our necks, but it still hurt!
Many years later, that farmhouse was torn down, too. Now there's one of those prefab houses where the farmhouse sat.
After that, we moved to town and lived in a couple of huge old rental houses until we finally bought a little (1350 sq. ft.) house in the middle of a field populated by about a million mice, many of whom ane to visit regularly. After a few more houses were put in, they didn't come around any more. Fickle friends. I lived there from age 14 until age 18, when I got married and started on a whole new list of places we have lived.
We drove past the little house the other day when we were in town to pay our property taxes. Someone has put a lot of work and effort into the little house and it looks so nice! They replaced all the windows and put new siding on it. I forgot to look at the big tree in the back yard. Mom always wanted a blue spruse tree, so my uncle stole one for her from Colorado and it grew and grew! I hope nobody has cut it down. It was twice the size of any other tree in the neighborhood. She really loved that tree and it was a beauty.