This is the first apartment we lived in when we moved to New Hampshire in 1963. Right in the middle on the second floor. Building hasn’t changed a bit.
This house sits where the little house was that we rented briefly. The old house was closer to the road. It’s grown up and over much more than it was then. The house was owned by the veterinarian across the street, which is still there.
Then we lived briefly in the upstairs of this house. We moved too much 🙂
We lived in this apartment building on Maple Street longer than any of the previous places. It looks exactly the same as it did in the 1960s. Only difference is the tree is gone. Building is no different. The owner lived upstairs in the back.
These were my mother’s bedroom windows. That’s the room where my mother led me to trust Christ as my Saviour.
The window with the fire escape (that’s new) was my bedroom. The window with the air conditioner (we didn’t have one) was the living room. The window in the dormer was the kitchen. There was a pantry under the slope of the roof. Someone had made a house and a barn into apartments, or maybe there were two houses originally.
Our hall window(s). I remember watching out these windows when I waited for a ride to Sunday School. Anxious moments, thinking someone had forgotten me. They never did (forget me). Under the eaves on either side were closets. I had all my toys in the closet and played in there, rather in the dark.
And finally, we get to the ‘Corner House’, on the corner of Maple and Dana Streets. Only half a block from the last place. We lived here the longest. It’s a duplex, side by side. This was our side.
Front porch/entrance to 18 Dana Street. New storm doors.
Beloved back porch. Driveway on Maple Street. This place looks so much the same, hardly changed at all. Living room, dining room, kitchen, and three bedrooms, and full basement.
Spent lots of time sitting on the porch. Notice the view of Vermont 🙂
Here are a few old photos of the same houses. The first one is the little house across from the veterinary clinic.
So that’s the tour. There was one more when I was in high school, but I’ll leave that for now. You’re probably ready for a rest from this much touring. Thanks for letting me share my trip with you. I sure enjoyed seeing all the old places. Next time we’ll tour the schools.