About lunchtime today, I got an interesting text message from one of my aunts. She asked if I knew the address of the house my family lived in back in 1969.
I was 3.
Now… I do have a pretty good memory. And I remember quite a few things from when I was 3. But the address of the house we lived in is not one of them.
Another aunt and uncle were trying to find the house, but couldn’t remember the address. I suggested asking Mother. They had already done that. She didn’t remember either.
We moved away from there that year and don’t really have connections there anymore, so I couldn’t figure out why they wanted to know.
As it happens, this particular aunt is my Dad’s sister. She visited my parents there as a young single lady in 1969. And this particular uncle is my Mother’s brother. He was in college there in 1969. And so… my parents played matchmaker. Uncle Keith and Aunt ‘Nette had their first date from our house in that small Indiana town 44 years ago today.
I wasn’t much help on their search. All I could remember was that our house had a big front porch and an upstairs. I remember playing on the porch with my twin sisters and baby brother.
Sometimes teen girls from our church would come and take us for a walk.
Later my aunt texted back that they had found the house! I guess they kinda knew the neighborhood well enough to drive around until they found it. So they got an address.
I immediately headed for Google Earth and found a picture of the house as it is now. I thought it was interesting to see how the street and sloping driveway match in the pictures. The tree is different… and a building is gone.
And those sweet little tots? Well, we’re all middle-aged now.
Ain’t technology grand? Betcha they couldn’t done this 44 years ago!