Recently, My family lost my childhood home.
After my Dad died in 1994, he had a paid off apartment house with 4 units. It wasn’t the big apartments that you see today.

This house was built during the Civil War. It wasn’t an apartment house at all when it was frist constructed.

It served as a church and later many other things where people lived or worshiped.
To me it was home.

By 1952 the year I was born, My Father had owned it for about 3 years.