urn:wd:wdlabs.com:atom1:twilight Your Home For Snappy Repartee 應龍 urn:wd:wdlabs.com:atom1:twilight:20070902.1652 2007-09-02T20:52:00 2007-09-02T20:52:00 2007-09-02T20:52:00 <p> Apparently when my mum traded in the Tercel for the Corolla I made her feel like a heel for selling an unofficial member of the family into slavery. She reminds me of this from time to time, but I can hardly be held accountable for my actions (I think) because I was only like 12 or something at the time, and it was years ago and I am pretty sure that the statute of limitations on that sort of thing has long since expired.</p> <p> When grandma passed away this year, mum inherited her house in Gosford. It is a tiny fibro hut with poor insulation and is very cold in the winter. I wonder how grandma, grandpa, mum and my namesake uncle Graham all fit in there. Somehow it is still home to me, even though I only barely remember living there before I moved to America^{[<a href="#20070902.16521">1</a>]}. One day I will inherit that property, I am certain.</p> <p> Mum told me today that she and Don had decided to knock the house down (I know they don’t do this lightly) and put up a bungalow. Although I will be perversely sad to see the old house go, I am also quietly breathing a sigh of relief, because, as I told my mother, I don’t think I could bring myself to knock it down or sell it or anything when I inherit it.</p> <p> Sentimental, I know.</p> <br/><br/><hr width="20%" align="left"/> <ol> <li><a name="20070902.16521"></a>I usually mark my first memories with coming to America, but I do have faint glimmering memories of that house from back then</li> </ol>