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It's Not a House, It's a Home

On this date, June 13, in 1920, my grandparents Rabbi Abraham Burstein and Stella Cohn got married.

On this date, June 13, in 2007, my younger brother Josh is supervising the final removal of the things in the house in which we grew up. Earlier, things were donated to charity and boxes were taken away by movers. This morning, rubbish removal came for the rest. The phone has been disconnected, the gas and electricity will be turned off, and by this time next week, the house will have been sold to a new family with three children of their own.

I hope the house will love and cherish them as it loved and cherished us.


You'll have lots of good memories that you'll retain even after the house is in others' hands. But yeah, it's still the end of an era.

leaving home

Home is where the heart is, it has been said, and you may find as I did that though the building is no longer yours, the memories will stay. I do hope that the new family will feel the love that is in the walls, as I'm sure that they are looking with eager anticipation to a new life. It would be interesting to hear a story told from the point of view of a house. Were your Mom and Dad the original owners?

Re: leaving home

The house was built in the 1920s, along with the rest of Forest Close. Mom and Dad bought it in the 1960s and began living in it in either 1967 or 1968, if I recall correctly. So they were not the original owners, but Mom lived in that house longer than any other. (As have I.)

December 2016

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