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Nov 15 2008

Pictures Of My Childhood House, No Longer My House

I have been very busy lately trying to move everything out of my childhood house because we sold it. You never really miss something until it is gone and in the past few months, I have experienced that on many occasions. However, before we “turned the keys over”, I took some pictures to remember it by. Of course there is nothing in the house, but at least it is something.

View the entire album of pictures from our house

This is a view from the outside of the house. This used to be a ranch style house, but when I was 2 1/2, my father completed the second floor and our bedrooms moved upstairs.
Our Old House

For most of my life, I have lived at house number 75 (except for college). There are holes around the numbers because of Christmas time, we would hang lights all around and those were from the staple gun.
Our Old House

The living room is where we would have Christmas morning and our Christmas tree to the left of the fireplace.
Our Old House

Every Christmas growing up, my sister’s and I would walk down the stairs from our rooms and stand on the steps while my mother took a picture of us. It was a tradition that I will miss very much even though we haven’t done it in years.
Our Old House

Our kitchen was redone in 1999 along with our addition to the back of our house.
Our Old House

This is the inside of the addition that was added on in 1999
Our Old House

This is the back of the house and the addition
Our Old House

The next two pictures are of my room growing up. My room didn’t originally have cable TV, but I was bored one day while my mother was at work and I climbed out my window and ran cable into my room. The cable that is plugged in is actually from my sister’s room which a professional added. When he was setting up her cable, he said the job looked professionally done.
Our Old House

Our Old House

In our basement, there was a wall that we wrote on growing up. It started with my sister and her friends and then my friends and I took over. It was a very memorable wall for me and I had to take pictures of it.

Our Old House

Our Old House

Since there was already writing on the wall, my sister’s and I figured it wouldn’t hurt to write a little more. My sister, Sharon, wrote the following
Our Old House

(In a fun way) The new family who bought our house are Jewish and we wanted to let them know that we will always remember Christmas in our house.

Our Old House

We figured that the new owners would replace the wall we wrote on, so we wrote in a hidden area in my father’s workbench area.
Our Old House

This was where all my father’s tools were and he spent a lot of time down here because he loved working on the house.
Our Old House

Finally, this was our upstairs bathroom. I picked this picture to describe because I found a picture (second picture) of my father and I when I was younger and we were both shaving. I wasn’t actually shaving, but it was a memorable time spending with my dad.
Our Old House

Shaving

At some point, I will go through more pictures and blog them.

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Timothy Haroutunian

Timothy Haroutunian is a ServiceNow Cloud Implementation Specialist at Acorio. ServiceNow is an IT Management solution that allows for a complete view of your IT and physical environment.

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