My mother put her house up for sale this week.
This is the house that she and my dad bought in 1959 ... The house that they raised six kids in ... The house where we played scrub in the front yard, with the red maple as first base ... The house with the backyard fountain, skating rink, putting green, boat, gazebo ... The house where we built family pyramids ... The house that bursts at the seams when all six kids, twelve grandkids, two-and-a-half great-grandkids, and assorted spouses and partners get together ...
Good thing I'm not the sentimental type.
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