I went to my old place about 50 years after leaving it and the rural area turned into giant town. Many things looked the same but there wasn't an empty lot to be seen. There were houses and commercial buildings everywhere.
I found the same thing. All the vacant allotments had been built on and the area of bushland was a clutter of new developments. Disappointing.
And I learned that I had been lied to. When I was 6 or 7 I was selected to plant a pussy willow tree in our school playground and Mrs Johnson told me that when I grew up and came back to visit that tree would still be there. So about 15 years ago I climbed the fence and went to photograph MY tree and found it had been replaced by a mobile classroom. Bloody Philistines!!
"I did" ... but it must have gotten moved because what I found was a different place altogether.
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at February 14, 2017 5:52 PM MST
That's a shame. My older sister (she's 92 now) asked me to get a photograph of the house we lived in during the 1930s, early 40s. I had no trouble finding the street but the houses have all been demolished and replaced by apartments.
Yes, in person; and I have also subsequently gone back few times with Google earth...Surprisingly, very little change...And I left there 57 years ago.
This post was edited by tom jackson at February 14, 2017 9:11 PM MST
After we were married, before the young one came, my wife took me on a tour of her hometown. It was a classic white picket fence post card town. After many years and the arrival of our little bundle of joy I proposed to take my family back to my home town, The Bronx. We never went. I goggle Earthed it and everything that was important to me was either a parking lot or a baseball field. My school, the places I lived the areas where I played and worst of all the hospital where I was born. All gone, nada. Major disappointment.
Benedict Arnold 