As I was cycling to work this morning I noticed a row of 4 or 5 houses has been demolished just near the East Perth Train Station. They were quite old and had fallen into disrepair over the past few years. There’s another one along with an old corner shop still marked for demolition.
I imagine they’re going to widen the road and they need the space.
I wonder what stories those piles of bricks could tell. I wonder how many families grew up there and where they are now. Were the rooms in those houses full of laughter? There must have been good and bad times, smiles and tears.
Now there are just memories amongst the piles of bricks and I’m sure that within a few days even the bricks will be gone.
Progress is often necessary but it’s good to reflect on what has been before we move forward towards what is still to come. We also need to remember that we sometimes need to remove the past before we can see the real potential that lies ahead.
What sorts of stories could your home tell? Would they be mostly happy stories? Can you remember the home where you grew up? Does it bring good or bad memories to mind?
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