Today I dropped by the house +Scott Cramer and I grew up in (lived there nearly…

Today I dropped by the house +Scott Cramer and I grew up in (lived there nearly 20 years). It's been abandoned for a couple of years now, maybe more. Every so often when I'm in the neighborhood I'll stop by in hopes that a nice family has moved in and is enjoying the house as much as we did.

Still no luck. Every time I stop by it's in even worse shape. No different today. It's a real downer. 

While I was peeking in the window today I decided to give the door a try and surprisingly it was unlocked. So, if you're a police officer in the Fort Wayne area, you can just stop reading now!  :-)

Anyway we took the opportunity to take a little tour of the house and snap some pictures… which depressed me even more. The place has been destroyed.  :-(

The room with the Star Wars wall paper was my old bedroom. I slept on a bed that was 5 foot high and built into a wall decorated with wall paper from "The Empire Strikes Back" (may explain a lot about me – right?) The wall across from  my bed was completely covered in cork. Incredible idea for anyone with kids. You can pin anything you want to the wall! There was a wall just like it in +Scott Cramer's room. 

The room with the carpeted staircase and now a hole that goes all they way through the roof was +Scott Cramer's room. The stairway led to a small hide-a-way room that our Dad built in the attic.

The room where my wife +Lori Cramer and son are posing was the family room. There were a lot of hours spent in there. Evidently there were a few things that the previous owners decided they didn't need.

A lot of happy memories there. Super depressing seeing it like this.  :-(

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20 thoughts on “Today I dropped by the house +Scott Cramer and I grew up in (lived there nearly…

  1. Oh, this would have been a downer, bit an irresistible one.

    The house my mother had been born and raised in for her first ten years was a horrific tumble down wreck for the entirety of my childhood. About twenty years ago it was purchased and completely restored to far past its original glory.

    After much urging my mother finally knocked on the door, and was welcomed in and toured very warmly.

  2. Not good. Last year I found myself standing outside my Nana's house, peering through the windows. They'd 'removed' the front garden to make a parking place for the car. I did ring the doorbell but nobody was home. Not sure when I'll be back in Dublin again.

  3. EVEN IN MY COMA I was drawn back to an early hamburger stand that my parents made, decades before. Someone else owned it now; I was trespassing when the ambulance arrived. I had just become a slobbering old man, trying to re-live his past…they knew me. This wasn't the first time they had to extract me.  I was a mess.

    I think it's a part of the human condition; our past always seems so perfect, though that's not really the case. In our family's case, my dad's income was gloriously high and we managed for a while to take 3 vacations a year, on the road.  But when he died, we fell into deep poverty, and have spent three decades hand-to-mouth.

    Not sure which is worse: knowing money, or never having it.

  4. On to Lori's right was ShadowNet.  Behind her and Charlie, fireplace… to their left, a TV playing MTV.  A missing shelf, speakers playing Scott's choice of Cult, Doors, or Def Leppard.

  5. Ooo… We could make it an interactive online museum to all things geek. There would be an entire room just for G+ peeps. And #dropbears . And maybe a bed and breakfast. So much better than a crack house.

  6. If I had loads of money, there would be this home recreated, with my hope that I should hear faintly Goldie's and Walker's voices.  Perhaps shadows of Sasha and Max and the pained mewlings of Cali.  I would like to add the pool and the gazebo, though they never co-existed.

  7. For historical sake — my chest still bears the raised mark and scar of Cali's (bugger off) deep scratch given to me, assisted by my tendency to not completely button my shirt.

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