By Stephanie Drummond
Oct. 2, 2014
Tracey Farris’s heart sank.
A wave of sadness hit her as she watched a crane plow into her childhood home, over and over.
Even now, thinking about it now makes her cry.
The bank behind her childhood home purchased the land. They were paving her paradise to put up a parking lot.
The barren and semi-dilapidated house had not always been an empty shell. Farris remembers a snowstorm 10 years ago. All five of her siblings and their children gathered in the house.
“Six of us and all our kids. There were about 20 of us in that house. We played cards all day, even the kids. Then we cooked popcorn on the old woodstove. I just remember the laughs. We kept playing until the wee hours of the morning.”
Farris and her five siblings, her parents and her grandmother all lived in the two-bedroom house.
“It was full. We slept on the floor, on the couches and two in a bed. It was a simpler time. People didn’t ever want for anything.”
It took two hours to demolish the one-and-a-half storey house. Farris stood and watched. Even driving by it now is hard for her.
“I can see it when I drive by, even though I know it’s not there. I can picture it in my head.”
Her twin brother, Travis Reeves, shares his sister’s sadness.
“You look over there every day you drive by it.”
It also brings back memories for Reeves.
“You used to be able to hide under the steps when playing hide and go seek.”
But he was always found.
“Everyone knew about the hiding spot, so you would never win.”
Farris and Reeves are trying to look at the positive.
“It was my past. It was my childhood. It makes me remember the friendship with brothers and sisters,” Farris said.