I loved my uncle's house, a classic Chicago Bungalow with original woodwork, glass doorknobs, art deco lighting and stained glass windows. I frequently dream of this house -which I did last night, its always vivid with every nuance of the place etched in my brain. It was haunted too -or inhabited by the old folks, the long dead grandparents. They were the original, or next to original owners of the 1929 house. Even though I believe in reincarnation, I still believe in ghosts. They used to like to leave the basement door open, maybe because it particularly freaked me out. The bathroom too, was a favourite haunt and cause for claustrophobia.
I often wonder who lives there now and are the old folks still hanging around now that I'm gone? This was our family home.. my uncle lived in that house for some 60 years, he grew up and died there. I spent 18 years in my mother's house, the longest I've lived anywhere. I'm fascinated by people who never leave the place they were born in.. and I know that's probably more the norm than my life. Sometimes I wish we could've kept the house in the family, but Chicago was only one part of my destiny in this life and I can't regret following my heart.
The dream though prompted me to dig up some old photos.. these are the bungalow circa 1937, and the classic bungalow street.. note the cars!!